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SHARON'S POEM by Eric Nunnally I did what I thought was right but yes we argued and fought theres nothin pleasant bout that nothin gained from being wrong I saw her interest first she thought I was a smartass I played the role cause I could and she put on her strong mask in time we kicked it as friends hanging out for some air we had fun takin in each others time space and care and by the time I was free we had that talk: what could be and as we both had our needs we started physically only a matter of time before my seed found its place and so we wrestled with life overwhelmed by our state I did what I had to do and set sail for hard times frustration, weariness, fear and ignorance had me blind the basics werent even mine but sent down from the Devine and while I labored my lot I looked up and saw not I had been so involved in playing out what was dealt I had not then realized just what it was that I felt the emptiness had creeped through and lodged itself where I thought she was to make her a home but love me she couldnt do the warmth I never received I could not then comprehend she blamed it on her hormones I said I needed a friend In time I fell in a trap I had laid with my hand and lost myself for a moment in Alices Wonderland it added insult to injury when I confessed my sin after denying my shame then blaming her for her pain how could I be alone responsible for this mess how could I be to blame for my own lonliness we took up where we left off changed and hardened by the scars we made our strides ran our laps but in our skies were no stars time seemed to heal our old wounds and we took vows for a life that what was given in love should bear us fruit and not strife I gave her all that I had I guess my all was too much I choked the life from a rose cutting thorns much too close and now I find myself here out of touch out of place she cant stand havin me near check the streams on her face and now aint nothin I gave worth a damn all is gone and the emptiness stings nothin gained from being wrong
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UNTITLED by Eric Nunnally Rushing through an impatient Desire to find Perfection out of the insecurities of my own imperfection, Hoping my ideal would be my salvation if I could only claim it; I raced away from myself, from You committing my first adultery, my original sin, losing my faith in You. But You were always faithful and kept me even in my transgressions, never forfeiting Your promise to lead me to Perfection. I was rushing through an impatient Desire to find Perfection out of the insecurities of my own imperfection, only to discover it in You You are the testament of my perfection, for me to self confess that I might grow to Perfection with You and truly appreciate the Blessings You have given me before You foremost I dedicate this Marriage and hold it up as a testament of my Reality which is You. |
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