by Roger C Simmons
Friday, June 10, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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A poem about being.
And, when Godís grace fell, it missed me
by a few feet
or a few inches.
What the hell does it matter?
Hell yes, Iím depressed.
And now, Iím even more depressed about my depression.
help keep the demons at bay
not that Iím dangerous
I wouldnít even hurt a fly
it was wearing the face of my mother
There it is!
All roads lead not back to Rome
but back to my mother.
I love her
I hate her
Freud points his all knowing finger directly at you!
Oh, I know you had good intentions.
Who would purposely fuck up a child?
Unless they were on crack or a cracked pot.
God in all his wisdom created the womb and
decreed that we would be forced to swim around inside for nine months,more or less
I was born because my future little Zygote was the most powerful swimmerout of several millions it was competing with
The Mark Spitz, if you will, of sperm - although I seriously doubt that it was wearing swimming trunks at the time.
It did find the egg first and won a gold medal in the process.
(Sounds too much like tomb.)
Thanks mom for letting Dad pry your legs apart so that he could plant his seed although the entire process most likely took less than ten minutes, foreplay included. Smoking cigarettes afterward, I bet neither of you were aware that you had created a life on that hot steamy night, even though it was March and allegedly winter.
Beware the Ides of March
No, Cesar did not pay any attention to that warning either and you see how he ended up.
Et tu, Brute
even though that is not my name.
The bill for those ten minutes of pleasure will never be completely paid for until all three of us die; another one of Godís creations.
Perhaps he really does know what he is doing, even though at times, it is difficult to believe.
Faith will carry you through, to the bitter ending.
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|Reviewed by Founding Editor
|Wow! I couldn't take my eyes off of this poem.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i like this poem as the honesty and realness of the raw emotions shine through--i have to say, as kindred to this write--i feel it is not so much about the child forgiving the parent as the parent taking the responsibility to make amends-good job and much peace to you|
|Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic
|so, you have forgiven her/him?..really?
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Wow- YOu got it all out ~! I hope your healing takes place now--- Your poem said so much Roger- Peace2U-Warmly,Sheee|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Pathetic rant, but you have every right to rant pathetic if you like,.|