hope (reposted)

francis and mary
what you must have
been like when you were
younger. i can only imagine
from what they tell me.
i shouldnt even think
about it, but people
are people
and lately, i fail to see aging
i've learned to see the good
in people. and i'll miss you two.
i didnt think you two would be
the first to go, and god knows
its a terrible job, but for the
various people i meet in my
life, i will miss you both.

this, however, I am reposting because i
needed to re-read it tonight after various
sips of booze and remembering it's a depressant.
which only adds to it, i feel like all i have left is
written words...
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hope
july 15, 2008

hope
a belief in a
positive outcome
implying a certain
level of despair
and our existence
relies on our thoughts
or choice of what we
make with our hands
or the numbers we
dial or the questions
we constantly pen on
our papers.

"never never lose hope" -Rnnr.

"What do you hope you
could have more than
anything?" -L.W.

these vibrations beneath
my fingertips, these
strains and chords
like life with prolonged
good times ending on
a sweet vibrato

running through
broken chords
now with little
verse
scraping for
balance between
the external
and internal
or is our change
relative?

who do we have
anymore next to us
to protect each other
or cling to with our
hope lullabies

"When you cry, I'll be there baby
telling you were never nothing less than beautiful
So dont you worry
I'm your Angel standing by" - jkilcher
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