You believe I don’t-
understand you, that is;
for the gulf of years, knowledge, power
in between the two;
You believe the quick, rapid fire words,
doubting your eyes, the hunger and pain in mine;
You’re deaf; blind and deaf
to my bleeding heart, for my stronger words-
Lord, can you not look, see
beyond that fragile shield of pride?
that wall; thick looking, brittle-
to that dam of mortal pain?
I can’t break your pride-
mine’s a suit of armor
to hide my soul, bathed in salt;
Look love, the world’s short, time’s brief
can we not, one the other’s pride unclothe-
stand together, both naked in our skins?
Will we the love of our lives, demean, destroy,
on our proud pedestals of pride?
©GayUganda 30 Aug. 2008
5 comments:
This is loaded with layers of meaning.
I'm afraid it has escaped me though.Explain?
It kept getting to me (part of which I pushed away...don't know why...maybe extra sensitive?).
A whole world is mimed and voiced, from the whip of an angling rod to the fuzzle of a cappuccino dispenser, and the result is not naturalism, but a dainty, homosocial reality where everything is mechanically just so.
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Angelinjones
Hi Angelin,
must say I have totally not understood what you wrote!!!!! Just wondering whether it is praise or criticism!
Anyway, does not actually matter.
Princess. Think of a fight. A fight as between a couple. Dont have to say more, do I?
Leonardo, for some reason, it affects me like so too!
I liked it! Hope you two get through it, as you have so many times before!
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