"too blind to see" -
the wonder of the moments
when i reflect,
to see the pain inflicted
through my introspect,
i wonder how we hurt each other
every time we speak,
from that which was the gifted truth of
what it was we seek,
and yes, its sad that each of us
desire to just hurt,
toward the other quickly with a word
that cuts to dirt,
we say, "oh this and that to you"
because its what so aches,
and neither of the pride inside
can break down all our quakes,
so run away to distant lands
and hope it starts anew,
and rationale and thinking through
say this just wasn't true,
ironic is the thing that has
just shown itself to shame,
that what is known inside of us
leaves just ourselves to blame,
that wanting it in quiet hope
for years that have all passed,
and throwing off the things we know
cuz well, it couldn't last,
still when it's all just said and done
will You see us restored?
or was this just to find ourselves
just stripped of the reward,
so now we hurt and medicate
with what it is we know,
and hurt ourselves so spiritually
by what we choose to sow,
for ego, pride, and anger rage,
in every broken trust,
to think we purge it from our hearts
with brutal self disgust,
but later still, we feel again
the thing that we have lost,
too proud to bend and cry as one
and rework all the cost,
its sad that pride is why it is
that we can't stand so strong,
toward some hopeful distant thing
which was our morning song,
so sure, lets say it wasn't real
and hold our heads up high,
cuz to ourselves in everything
we've learned to proper lie,
as what we have is gone for good,
and dreams have washed away,
cuz we're too proud to face again
and risk another day,
In this God i will thank you much
that You do so forgive,
and live with arms wide open
cuz its by You that we live,
for her? well rage is faster just
with claiming this and that,
instead of leave the reasons why
to stand formed just stand pat,
its odd that this which tasted us
was easily destroyed,
that filling up our hearts with lime
can't quench the empty void,
so drink, and sex, and drugs for us,
to help us carry on,
with empty aches that trap through pride
forever of this gone,
So now i wonder in
the quiet moments of the heart,
Does it still hurt for you as well,
are you still torn apart?
For me, well it is sad indeed
that we're so much alike,
And hurt each other faster
to enable us to hike,
Now in a perfect world of what
we both know is right here,
we'd hold each other firmly
trying trust throughout this fear,
Of course eutopia is not on this
blue ball where we do live,
So opening it just once again
is more than we can give.
So Lord I ask that you indeed
forgive us both this thing,
And over time restore to us
rememberance - one wing,
For I have one wing, as does she
toward a full embrace,
Remembered in the future of
this moments last disgrace.
James Mendham 10:57am May 06, 2005
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