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All in Poetry
Silences, Silenced was a thought that somehow came to be me writing this without my knowledge of ever writing it until the ending. Weird huh? Yeah, how do you think I feel after writing this and then waking up to consciousness?
My cat, Mischief, was just the coolest cat you’d ever want to meet! We become comfortable with each other, our relationship, and our living quarters. So full of vim and vigor, so robust, playful he was. I'll sure miss, my Lil' Buddy, for sure. Sheesh, Mischief, was a beastly black cat, that weighed, twenty-five lbs! Come on…
This poem, I Am Legend, is intriguing writing. I stood on the edge of the universe and watched time, moments of memories, from a time already passed. Then watched time in a time I knew nothing about.
Dedicated, to a woman that has inspired me, she just really has no clue, one truly rare person hardly to be found in life. Once in a lifetime deals, no I was Blessed 4 times, my very best of all time friends,I have 40 + years, 2 of them, and Angie Murray about 16-18 yrs now. But, this belongs to Angela Murray. And, I did say 4, the first was my wife, Shannon. It should read 5 including my mother.
Written metaphorically, of how my friend was led on by a woman and broke him down out of pure cold-heartedness. He gave her the time of day and, helped her build herself back up and, told her she was worthy of a good man's love. He advised her, stop chosen the same type of men, or perhaps a whole new crowd of friends. Men before my friend came into the picture, had beat her and used her cheaply and had distrust in men. I get that and I feel so badley that she was treated by those men like that, it’s horrible. But, has such a vengence towards all men, yet clings to them still for strength. 50% of the men out there are pigs and, they don’t care, look at these women as whores or a piece of meat. She needs change that value, or she’ll keep running the same vicous cycle.
The hurt, my only dream I truly had, was only six years old. Lost myself, i allowed this heinous to consume my life. Life isn’t supposed to be this way, this is why, even though God-given, that i convicted myself for this. It still hurt then, it still hurts today as well, but I’m on this road to free myself from being in self-convicted and live once again.
My daughter, you have been so brave, so strong and I tried my best, but my best wasn't good enough, and for this, I'm so terribly sorry. Please understand, it's time for your dad to get over what's happened and forgive me for not being able to protect you or your brother, and the rest of them , mom and you other brothers. It affected us all, but me, more so. But, I still hold myself responsible because we knew and placed it on the back burner and let it right in the front door. This will be so hard to release myself from self-conviction. I didn't want to go shopping that day, but your mother insisted, and the whole time this big wrenching knot just tore at me. I can't live this way, and it's time I make amends with the past and let go. I love you, Tiphanie Dawnette, and mom's not here any longer to help me make sense inside my head. I want you to know, it's haunted me for 22 years and I need to breathe. You know I wasn't going to let go of the story until you and your brother was ok with it? Thank you, my beautiful daughter.
I love you more today, more then I did yesterday. And, I'll love you even more tomorrow.
Dad
