Dec 6, 2011

I am sorry.

How do I tell you I'm sorry -
With a gesture, a look, a touch?
How is it I never realized
I hurt you so very much?

I do not ask forgiveness,
A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,
But I cannot find the nerve.

To finally confront you, face-to-face,
To look you in the eye,
To face your wrath, your apathy -
Too terrified to try.

You called me selfish, I turned away,
I festered and I fled;
Cutting and wounding and lashing out,
Just to see if you bled.

Betraying and deceiving you,
I surely had no right
To snatch away such a precious gem;
A dark thief in the night.

3 months and forever passed
To bring us to this day,
When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.

The time has come, it's long past due,
To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,
Or have you longed to hear?

To hear those forbidden words,
To vanquish all the pain,
To understand my dearest wish:
To know you once again.

The months aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I erred irrevocably -
For that I apologize.







*Source: Best Quotes.

Be thankful...

I am Thankful : 

FOR THE WIFE 
WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, 
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, 
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. 

FOR THE HUSBAND 
WHO IS ON THE SOFA 
BEING A COUCH POTATO, 
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME 
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. 

FOR THE TEENAGER 
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES 
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, 
NOT ON THE STREETS. 

FOR THE TAXES I PAY 
BECAUSE IT MEANS 
I AM EMPLOYED. 

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY 
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE 
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS. 

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG 
BECAUSE IT MEANS 
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. 

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK 
BECAUSE IT MEANS 
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE 

FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, 
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING 
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME. 

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING 
I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT 
BECAUSE IT MEANS 
WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.. 

FOR THE PARKING SPOT 
I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT 
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING 
AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION. 

FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL 
BECAUSE IT MEANS 
I AM WARM. 

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH 
WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS 
I CAN HEAR. 

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING 
BECAUSE IT MEANS 
I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. 

FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES 
AT THE END OF THE DAY 
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN 
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD. 

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF 
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS 
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE







*Source: Best Quotes

Anis Mogjani - Shake The Dust

Poem that I like...

"Shake the Dust" by Anis Mojgani

This is for the fat girls.
This is for the little brothers.
This is for the school-yard wimps,
this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them.
This is for the former prom queen,
this is for the milk-crate ball players.
This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired,
elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters.

Shake the dust.

This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them,
for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns,
for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children,
for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.
This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god.

Shake the dust.

For the boys with the beautiful sister, shake the dust.
For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,
for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers,
for the kid who's always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,
for the girl who loves somebody else.

Shake the dust.

This is for the hard men,
the hard men who want to love but know that is won't come.

For the ones who are forgotten,
the ones the amendments do not stand up for.

For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to.
Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.

Do not let a moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats 900 times every single day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean.

Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.

This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling,
for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone.

For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers' singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner's shaking hips,
for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.

This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who'll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.

This is for the biggots,
this is for the sexists,
this is for the killers.
This is for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers
and for the springtime that always shows up after the winters.
This is for everyone of you.

Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone.
Because just like the days,
I burn both ends and every time I write,
every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.

So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me.

All that pushes and pulls,
pushes
and pulls for you.

So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again
and again and jump on top and take it for a spin
and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.

Make my words worth it,
make this not just another poem that I write,
not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.

Walk into it,
breathe it in,
let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping
and pushing making you live,
shaking the dust.

So when the world knocks at your front door,
clutch the knob and open on up,
running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you,
fingertips trembling though they may be.