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From Son

Can I offer you my view of our past.
A world, walking the taught wire of your aggression.
...

The journey home was, as ever, reduced to a crawl.
A golden evening sky to the north beckoned me home.
A glance in my mirror showed a black slab of sky left behind
Framed in the black was the little green car that contained the crying girl.
...

This dawn brought me a day like no other before this
The gentlest of caresses by the sun fought off the pre-dawn gloom
Breathing it soul into all corners of the room
A burnished copper glow surrounded us with its gentle warm kiss
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It is not for here, the talk of grey that can infect your soul in this great city.

Only where a piece of magic, fun and love from the boy who wouldn't grow up touch the real world.
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The accusatory blank page stalks me.
Manifest in the form of a pristine notebook.
I long to speak, I long too create.
From my pocket, its nakedness mocks.
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From Son

Can I offer you my view of our past.
A world, walking the taught wire of your aggression.
The goal was to give us everything in your possession.
I saw your mistakes, and these were lessons that would last.

I knew the roads you walked so why did I follow the route.
You loved her but hid in your darkness, and lost her.
I loved her, knowing the dangers, stayed in the light, and lost her.
Now I stand before you, knee deep in personal doubt.

Challenging you here to accept your mistakes,
But when pushed, an old darkness in you awakes
A veil falls between us and again you're not there.

Were my energies misplaced, railing against fate
Pre-ordained failure via your mistakes, mine to recreate,
And palpable, there in loneliness for us to share.

From Father

I never gave you all you needed, but I gave you all I could.
I worked, I tried, I cared, I aimed for bliss, and missed.
Failure was not my intention but, my inevitable destination.
Like you, maybe it was the only outcome for good.

The darkness that's buried deep within my soul
now presides over our meetings, putting me in the firing line.
It looks through my eyes to be greeted by its son, not mine.
I feel you looking to me for strength and finding me cold.

I have built the wall you feel in this frigid zone.
Years I have spent behind it, strengthening its face of stone.
I would break it down for you but it shields me from my weakness.

Are we destined to repeat this autopsy of failed unions.
Picking over the bones of our pains and imperfections.
I will ask you to give me the one thing I don't deserve, forgiveness.

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