Missive

Missive

You so softly reminded me
for mercy should be my plea
that I felt near vindicated.
Most of my worries've related
to direct communicated fact
yet I realize you've more tact.

Perhaps your sense is stronger
that such things take longer
so spirit lends you the sense
to forgive me what defense
makes my emotion so dense.

Life has been so very serious
I rarely am able to be delirious
even slowly... too much planning.
Some pleasures it's banning...
and you've been the worst...

when you should have been first.
Had we less somehow at stake
such decisions we could fake,
but reality plays a big role.
My brain exacts a real toll.

And even if mind is satisfied
I can almost feel petrified
affecting so many lives thus
as if I anticipate the fuss.

I don't need being understood
by some strange neighborhood,
but definitely by loved ones.
Such ethic fear summons.
Such fear strangles bravery...
mixing sweets with a savory.

Though free t'do what I want
I may, and have, choose to bunt
instead of hitting the home-run.

I know that's less than fun
but I do as well as say to mean
only that upon which I'm keen.
Happiness' when spirit's clean.

And my needs've become lean,
so I settle for only the best.
To you these ideals I've confessed.
You know me well enough
to see upon myself I'm tough
so life does mean something.

I never seek a casual fling
that'd devalue my real goals.
I'd rather fight those trolls
the world dolls up pretty
in the surface world of city.
I'd rather earn a bridge crossing

than take a spiritual flossing
and pay dearly for a haste.
Impetuosity's always a waste
(at least by what it later means).
Yet from it maturity weans.

This does not mean no adventure
but involving others be sure!
To risk only myself at times
bold energy builds and primes,
and I still often do so freely.

But I know my own skills really
and'm not risking some other...
especially any'd befriend my mother.
My current life affects no one
when all is said and or done,
and I hesitate to it so change

that another's life I derange
if I make any big mistakes.
Luck comes and goes... breaks.

Can you understand that?
What I've said of significance
does not come somehow by chance.
One has to make it, thus seeking
beyond oneself, always peaking
past past accomplishments won.

There's much of what I've done
about which no one yet knows.
Most hidden; sometimes it shows.
Do you know me well enough
all truth'd not be too rough?
If for Parliament I'd stand
could you gladly meet the demand?

And if you think I'm kidding
at what point'd you be skidding?
If in Belfast films I'd make,
could the worry you soft take?

If calls phone from afar
could for moments you star
in the play of working a deal?
My connections're very real.
I'm not easily suited to homelife
because I promote political strife
in pushing for active evolution.
Not part of problem, but solution!

I love you enough to so worry
I'll not for gain us ever hurry.
I ponder our situation often...
and will soon soften. Soon!

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