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Saturday, May 4, 2013

Our many lives...


If the lyrics are distracting, turn down the volume, but...don't turn off the music.


There are many lives in a lifetime.



Many lives lived for many people.
People that you know...and that you meet, along the way. Many lives, for many relationships.
But some don't last.
And so you die many deaths before you...die.

Lives... unfinished.

But also, lives you live for friends... beautiful as any. Lives in which you're cool beyond measure. Lives of shared dreams, of aspirations shared, of beautiful plans and never-ending companionship.
Of lofty ambitions. And prosperity and fame and of fortune. Lives full of dreams of forever.
Beautiful plans of never...ending...companionship.

And then lives full of regret.

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Lives for God. For unrequited and unthinking devotion.
Lives of unfounded belief. Of sorcery and magic.
Lives of unreasonable servitude.

Lives full of the sins of jealousy and of envy.

And lives you live for your parents. Lives lived in an endless shower of love. 
Lives of unpaid debts. Of unsaid gratitude. With wishes that you'll some day repay them for everything.
These lives also but, of terrible deception. Of lies and half-truths. Lives of almost unfounded fear. Of unshared tragedies and of exaggerated happiness. Of everything being 'alright' for them, but wanting to run away somewhere far away.
Lives filled with a desire to break down and cry in your mother's arms.

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Lives full of regret.

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And lives you live...for love.
And not just the one life this... those many lives.
For every single time that that beautiful person crossed paths with you. For ideas and schemes and scenarios devised alone on sleepless nights.
Lives of blind passion. Of oaths sworn with child-like sincerity. Of private dreams and guilty pleasures. Lives of infinite fidelity and endless devotion. Lives of lying to yourself.
If you're lucky enough... Lives full of nights. 
Of unbridled instinct and undiscovered passion. Of feral need and raw animal violence.

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So many. Lives.

Alas, but one life for yourself.







4 comments:

  1. Its a pure soul that realizes all this that you so simply have done....

    I can't be but your mom.....and so just want to say....the half truths, the lies, the exaggerated happiness...all so unnecessary but a life every child lives....parents never judge ....are just there...and there can never be any debts a child has to repay...

    You make me proud yet again....love u...

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  2. A very apt and poetic expression of the intense playfield that life is...Indeed life is but too short....and before one realizes, it whizzes past....and then, before long, all that is left are memories of the 'LIVES' lived or that could be lived....One addition of course regarding the part- 'Life lived for your parents...... endless shower of love....unpaid debts...unsaid gratitude....repay them'. Parents do whatever they do for their kids out of their own need... out of love- this could at best be called selfish- no debt- nothing. The debt, if you can call it so, is passed on and not paid back.....like a baton.... Love you

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  3. A WOW post! Now this is you… sensitive, explorer, loving, simple, and simply brilliant.

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  4. You are brilliant man!!!
    Ever thought of becoming a writer???

    Keep up the good work!!!

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