12/13/2017
Youth
Just Once More, Thinking of a Form of XTC in the Years of My Youth. My Youth in the Warmth. My Youth in the Sun that Kept Me HERE. My Reminder, My Reminder and My Prolonged Time that has Now Stretched to the Pompano Beach. The Bermuda and the Ocean Around the Triangle. The KEEPING of ME. The Time in the Past that I Could Eat and I Didn't Care what I Ate and it Didn't Show to Me. Blind. The Yahweh of Now and the Yahweh of Then. How I was Broken Down in so Many Ways. How Simple it Is. How Simple it Was. The Doors that Exposed and the Doors that had to be Closed. The Yahweh that I know and the Yahweh I Hope to Know One Day. Victory from the Prison. The Slow Descend. The Descend that has been Coming Slowly. As a Once Blaze and Now the Old Fire to Cool and to be Walk On. Faith. The Test. What Remains with a Trick of the Intellect. Maybe Just a Slight Blister from it All. Cool the Coals Are. The XTC in My Youth that was a Fad and a Waste of My Youth and My Time...
M.J.S.
- Author: MJS (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2018 18:25
- Comment from author about the poem: The Crazy Youth of Mine Growing Up in Catholic School's. 12 Years Straight. The Last 4 were the Worst. I Don’t Regret the Teachings of My Faith.
- Category: Reflection
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