Thursday, May 27, 2010

BLESS YOU


I can only bless you whenever I hear your voice in anguish,

when you accuse, when you lie and invent.
When you hurt, when you suffer.
The blood, life, genes, a mother’s lap

it’s all the same, yet

not life is worth it when serve us nothing,

but ties that bind and accept rejection

Bless you, blood that plays hide and seek.

I find you, you find me, I embrace you and you go.

Bless you, life that ridicule, fill me and run away.

how can you live accepting and denying.

Neglecting love and wishing.

Claiming welfare and longing.

Receiving goodness and forgetting.

And where everything seems safe

in the intimacy of the inner self

you slowly return to reality

to distribute drops of inconformity

Bless you because someone understands you

Because reading in between the lines is an art

Because the pain is filtered and hurts the clown

when he looks in the mirror, and learns that the makeup runs.

Sooner or later, to all

we must be accountable

The responsible pays and follow the path

The other one regrets to have lived his journey

As I said before, reading in between the lines is an art

So I love you, and so I leave you

I need to be alone for now

To protect the self that never learns.

Bless you.

LaMore.

3 comments:

TERI REES WANG said...

You dive down to the dark depths, and float, buoyant back to the surface, to state once again, your greater Grace.

Well done.

LADYBUG said...

greatest is the grace to people who are able to give aboundantly.
you know how much I admire you.
Thank you Teri

Anonymous said...

Teri said it all and very well I might add! This was just lovely, as always.
Love, Patty
P.S. Thank you for your kind words left on my blog. I hope you decide to share more of your writing this year.