We all say we understand and commiserate
But no one can fathom the depths you seek to ascend
Over your head , in your heart , your lungs , your body and soul
But you and you alone.
You've suffered a wrong, an injustice, a grievous malignancy
And not of your own doing.

Your faith shaken to its roots
And answers to the tough questions, which you thought you knew
Have been easily ripped out of the decaying earth
That was your body.
And even the questions decay, exposed to the chemocal of irrelevance.

And this is only the desperate picture I paint of it all.
Finger art that is, for you still have the brush.
But I have some of the primes:
That you are loved.
That you are ever respected.
That I demand omnipotence;
Thus then I can stroke the curing of all your ills

I had the privilege of growing up with you
Of being so close to you, of caring and loving
Of staying close, though distanced by miles and
External events that must pass.

I have no panaceas
I have nothing to say
But to say I love and care for you.
Neutrality has no place here, better now to speak
Than run the risk of waiting too long,
To when you can only hear silence.

You read me Wordsworth
I recite Shakespeare
I'll play Hamlet, you Ophelia
Sorry, but they would not let me do the casting.

But no one ever understood that play
It mirrored life and death, and perhaps never was meant to be understood
The beauty of the words and the doing of the deeds matter
The play within the play, our play, aha that's the thing!

But I digress

Be mad. Be angry. Be lost. Be dazed. Be betrayed.
Be strong. Be weak. Be bitter. Be alone. Be alienated.
Be invisible. Be private. Be closed. Be recluse.
Be rebellious. Be intolerant. Be afraid.
Be Hamlet.

Take my place. I yours.

Have courage.Have fortitude. Rise above.
Break the earth and breathe.
Savor the beauty.
Respect the weeds amidst the flowers

But I see you are tired; and I run on now;
And even good ole Bill's words wear weary.

I know you still can hear me and so I'll whisper
I love you, and I will always be here for you.
"I'll never leave your stage. I won't let them ever lower the lights!"

The curtain closes
And the audience leaves fulfilled.

But the lights are still on me.

(Exeunt nobody)

01/31/2009

Posted on 02/01/2009
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