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POINTS OF THE PALE TREE
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JOURNAL #20 Pain
its Love in reverse
a twisted joke
played upon the frustrated
its Brad Pitt in love with
Medusa
cryptic art you might say
for the soul
black market valued
with no reputable buyer
it has no place to go
and it hardly cares at all
for the general well being
of its numbed feeler
crack likely has a better
descriptive bio than this
at least the government
recognizes it
as a serious health threat
where as deep seated pain is
mostly contributed to by sheer
misunderstanding
its apathy thats plunged with
no apparent parachute to cushion
the pending blow
my life consists of days linked
together by this
this Pain and I
we are two supremely pathetic patterns
forever it seems to share the same
bolt of cloth
my depth shall precede me into every
light less cavern that I choose to
venture into
my depth is my heart on my sleeve with
no protective shield in my hand
surely someone other than God and myself
marginally understands
I stand
one tall stoic towering tree
in a valley of so much tree less land
so very alone in the human sense
debranched of yet another branch
denied sustenance from my fellow man
aid in my weakest hour of need
this life is a marriage made of one
just one sad me
no better pity party has ever been thrown
and in the end
was anyone surprised
hell no
least of all me
I feel like such an overachieving failure
and to think God counts my tears when I cry
I bet now he's so tired of counting them
that he's called it a day
I can't say that I blame him
sometimes
like now
I just think I am far too annoying for love
beyond this terrible onset of a head ache
I just wish I could better fit in
but I just don't see that happening
my depth that makes me feel so out of place
likely has some greater purpose
I just wish I could fill in more of the blanks
my questions remain endless
their subsequent answers
long off
angry still
yet quite a bit calmer
I resign myself once again
to bend down and pick up the pieces
and try so desperately to remember
what the experience of true joy feels like
as I attempt to move on
passed all the weighted negativity
writing
Thank God
for me
teaches as it soothes...............
(May 21, 1999)
