Curtain Call

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“In matters of the heart, sometimes the pain of the end is also the end of pain.” -kR

The curtain calls as tears caress her pretty face.
Wedding bells deferred, for her no quantum of solace.
She’s been robbed of her amazing grace.
Love’s a sad and losing race.
And her heart’s a blazing furnace.
Her body was once an uncommon place.
To think she’d saved it for…what’s his face?
So much for sticking to your own race!
Standing alone at the altar how can she ever save face?

P.S. Pushed beyond despair, heartbroken beyond repair, she carved out her heart, not because she never wished to love again, but because she never wished to hurt again.

 

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Anatomy of You and Me

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You see, these words of wisdom I willingly utter cannot possibly originate in a vacuum. Rather, they must be forged from the matter that is at the very core of my human anatomy. Everything in me and about me begins from my heart, permeates through my veins, is filtered by my mind, and then unleashed via my tongue. No atom in me is random, no molecule meaningless, no experience a coincidence, no thought pointless, no word careless, and no action reckless. As a matter of fact, everything within me occurs in an improbable harmony, in an ironically imperfect symmetry, in accordance with the divinity of the One who created me; that spirit of perfection, that Great I Am, that Alpha and Omega, that Universe, that You and Me. And so, if it so within you too; if you find this narrative of emotion a familiar melody, then perhaps you are the last element destined to balance my chemical equation. Therefore, I stand ready to bond with you, whenever you stand equal in my regard. Gratitude and Godspeed.

My Favorite Class

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She was only a stranger until I first laid eyes upon her. Impressed by her course description I decided to enroll. I then quickly moved my way up into her honor roll. And she immediately became my favorite class. I must’ve made a good first impression myself since she named me the class prefect. However, due to our natural geographic incompatibility and my financially limited mobility, I had to settle for a distance education. You know what they say about online classes, I found it so hard to focus! Seeking leverage over competing students I would’ve gladly been the teacher’s pet but this was college. So fancy, she made me trust my intuition over her tuition. Her lessons were quite expensive but worth every penny. I even applied for financial aid just so I could afford her intellectual aid. I took out emotional loans, of which I still owe the balance. I have since dropped out of all my other classes and defaulted on my outstanding loans. I pray my exes find a way to forgive me. But once you find the one for you, you’ve finally found your major. Having already changed it quite a few times, I was convinced I had at last discovered my calling. To think I started out as just a foreign exchange student who quickly became an acquaintance, who eventually became an Associate…but I messed up. I failed her! And then I became a Bachelor for it…for a while…that is, until she gave me a second chance to make amends for my bad romance. Today, I am proud to say I have a Masters in her. Soon enough I’ll be able to give her this PhD! I mean, it’s been about six years, you know! Besides, with my new-found pedigree, we both agree I’ve definitely earned THAT degree! Some tell me that it took me way too long…maybe this is true, but to each his own. It’s not a sprint but a marathon. Moreover, a wise man once told me that what matters most is not the destination but the journey. The bottom line is, I have stood the test of time and passed my final exam. Henceforth, I shall take this class every year until death do me drop out.

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The Circle of Life

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“The difference between a man and a boy is analogous to that between a lion and a cub. One’s king, while the other plays around like he’s king.” -kR

These days I see but a jungle full of cubs posing for lions. Too many Simbas, not enough Mufasas! Oh so you just can’t wait to be king, and yet you couldn’t get your so called queen a wedding ring. First you sniffed her all around, getting her all aroused. Then you played around her, then you played around with her, then you played with her, and then ultimately you played her. Your roar was so fake, for you swore she was your only cake. But then she caught you eating quite a number of other cupcakes. And now you come crawling back to me talking about how the stakes…are so high, and you just have to have her back. Fool, you’d still have her if only you’d never turned your back on her, but had continued to have her back instead of cheating behind her back. It was your pride that was your undoing. Now you are a victim of your own wrongdoing. No son, it’s not that life is unfair, it’s just the circle of life! What goes around comes around…and now you’ve crash landed into the ground – a wounded lion. Now tell me, what hurts more – is it your heart or your pride? That’s important for you to decide. For you see, if it’s the former, then there’s hope for you yet; because while hearts may bend they can still mend if you would make amends. But if it’s the latter, then understand that no amount of flatter will help you resolve this matter. I’m afraid my own pride will not let me welcome you back into the Pride. For a lion to claim a queen he must first become a king. Until you learn that lesson my little cub, you deserve no more than those thirsty little hyenas. Remember:  In the jungle, you only reap what you sow! Now at last my dear son, now at least…you know!

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Saying Goodbye

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Waiting for Love

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In My Feelings

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