Comment 1 of 5, added on September 13th, 2005 at 9:55 PM.
“Expecting the main things from you.”
What is certain – uncertainty? Uncertainty!
Not just today – yea! Yea?
Justification to let the sun kiss the leaves and the grass
And the growths within me – without me
Wicked me…Wicked me…Wicked me
Burning less than the sun
Shining more than the moon
Unable to hurry back and hide
As expected? Expected!
These are the words of what is defiance within a man.
These are the words – what is defiance within a woman.
Leaving what has left, whimpering in some lost circle of jaded innocence.
The dirt in my hand is not for your grave…
it is to cover your face
with
the same disgraced advancement
you
set your final resting place
before you
could finally rest!
Rest?
What I must do you never could.
I justify me by my words, my own words,
proving and defining me in a world you could never bear as a mother would
nor walk across as a true traveler should, understand? Understand!
I found me out there, away from my door, my home, my born life,
before I ever met you.
Before I ever saw your face run and hide...
I saw the faces of important others unimportant enough to chase me away
to dreams you could never have.
Burning less than the moon,
shining more than the sun,
defying the loss in order to gain the me that was never to be.
What I found?
You need others to make you real.
That is glory?
Glory!
I exist.
Justified.
Proven.
Defined…before you – without you.
G.Isaac
I felt the use of profanity unnecessary, though it was in the original. I
used it for my own vindication. me stingy if you wish, but they are my
words. Hope this can help you understand one view of the calling.
G.Isaac from
United States
Aquest poema inspira la gent a escriure
Gavin from Australia