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A Dreamer's Eulogy

March 29, 2011
BeTwEenDrEaMiNGaNdCoMiNGTrUE PLATINUM, Howell, Michigan
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&ldquo;If I speak in the tongues of angels, but have not love, I&#039;m only a resounding noise , If I have the gift of knowledge, And if my faith moves mountains high, But have not love I am nothing&hellip; Though I know the One, Who holds the stars in the heavens, In the palm of His hand, If I give all I possess , To the poor and the helpless, I&#039;ll still gain nothing, Without love&hellip; Love&#039;s patient, True love is always kind, Love does not envy, Never brags, it&#039;s never proud, Slow to wrath, it keeps no records of wrongs against friends, Love forgives&hellip; It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&rdquo; (1 Corinthians 13:1-5,7)<br /> &ldquo;If the world hates you, remember that it hated Me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.&rdquo; John 15:18-19<br /> &quot;The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these the spirit blooms...&quot; ~ George Santayana


if i felt the page could take the ink of the pen,
or the scrawl of the graphite,
i'd write more,
if i felt my soul could bear the abuse gracefully,
i'd love more,
unconditionally,
if i felt like other people cared about me..
maybe i could deal with all their emotions imposed on me...
but as it is,
i've forgotten,
how to smile and see the good in situations...
i've forgotten
what it is to care about complete strangers,
and to be able to love yourself for who you are.
i have forgotten how to dream,
because the future is too close to live up to all the expectations of others,
i continually fall short,
and the scars i have are not nearly healed.
i know not what is beautiful or special or unique about me.
all i see is another shattered product of an abusive world...
and at night my security is wrapped in my insomina,
and the stars,
which are still too far to reach....

~goodnight my love,
maybe i'll see you in the day break of a new morning,
over the hills and behind the gates
where a true dreamer's dreams lie waiting...



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