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RESPECTING THE HUNT
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JOURNAL#18 the heart is a most self defeating organ
of mass distorted misgivings
man can not regrow his fonder emotions
to somehow align them to his all too
quickly overly complicated life
the soul though knows all forms of truth
but prefers to cleverly hide the most
crucial parts well within the infrastructure
of the unforgiving shadows
so we end up living out our lives half
discouraged yet all the while half anticipating
as well the next fruitful encounter with sweet
uncomplicated dear hope
quite castrated though are we at times by the
vile grip of such vulgar circumstance
but hope you see above all else enters at the
oddest times to even out the most dismal of
our human failings
and we cooperate with our higher selves by
trying to live by the intrinsic respected
rules of reason
though they are rules rained upon too many
times by harsh thundering showers of faithfully
unfair mutual expectation
a true mate is a near to dying breed in man
so many hungry hunters are there a foot
yet so very few appropriate prey
and the noose grows far far less appealing
to the wounded eyes of the before too often
burned but beloved hope
oh how she shines her magnificent life changing
light into even the darkest, coldest most foul
corners of one's doubt
and we find ourselves in new purpose
pilfering endlessly through the scattered debris
of the many mutilated and discarded old feelings
glad to have just stumbled upon even the tiniest
fragment of recognizable attraction
well
I can proudly say
that this too often gone hungry hunter
found the mother load of all appropriate prey
and soon
oh very soon
in one fantastic fell swoop
the hunter shall all too lovingly become alas
the so very precious hunted
and the indominatable strength of deep inner
joy
shall open wide
doors
that before to me
were more than thrice locked tight
well
thank all thats Holy then I say
as burglary of any unsuspecting heart
was never my intention!.....................
(March 27, 1998)
