Bridge to a Comet--Your Visits and Comments to Me
Good friends, old and new--and newcomers, too--and, for those who may dislike me, even my foes--
I know you came here because you chose--
Or solely because you were looking--since in my decline, I can leave you few comments to guide you--
I welcome you, your inner "I am," to me, my inner "I am."
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Welcome, my fellow and sister people. I feel loving kinship and caring and compassion for you.
I know you also have the living spirit of the image of God's "I am" within, wherein may you rejoice.
I write poetry to speak to each of you--and. sometimes, even to speak for you, for some of you--
Speaking in open honesty my full heart, with my life's voice.
Welcome to me, my life, myself, my heart, my poetry.
Here you find the best of all that shall be left of me: My heart's true poetry--my life--I leave to you.
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Now, in my illness--and now, in my sorrowful, painful, fearful decline--
I have only a little light left to shine.
I cannot--I simply am not able--to leave each of you all the comments I wish I could.
I must use my waning light to write new poetry, to publish and post. Lines from a fading ghost.
Yet, lines solid and sure, poured from my heart open and pure, that may outlast my dropping dust.
Lines that I hope will endure--for a day--a year--or a century or two--maybe more--
Or even just live for one lifetime in a single heart I may reach and write my heart upon--core to core.
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If tear-drops were coins with which I could pay for good medical care, I would--
I would leave all of you tons of comments--if I truly could--
If I were not harassed by so many bill-collectors--if I didn't have to struggle for meals and medicine--
Seeking help from the State, which is great at making me pay parking tickets and every kind of fine--
But drags its inhuman feet,
And throws up blocks, and gives wrong information, as I struggle to gain any kind of help or aid.
If I didn't have to go to hearings and offices; and wait long on the phone; alone--till someone tells me:
"This is not the right place anymore. We can't help you. Go to this place, or call that number."
And then the whole process starts again. While cancer counts my every heart-beat.
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If my cancer were not now active again, just at the moment my health insurance and medical care
Are crushing me the most, financially, to keep--a burden I am growing less and less able to bear--
I would.
If I did not fear eternal sleep, and give so much time to fight the fall into such slumber.
I would.
Still, I will sometimes leave some of you some comments, when I can, while I can--
Not as many as I should--but few and far between--as I slowly dwindle out of time and from life's scene.
Until the time when I shall leave no more.
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Sadly and apologetically, I ask you--even though I can leave hardly any comments now--
Please, to leave your comments, even if critical, for me, anyhow.
I will read them, as long as I am able; they mean much more to me than I can make fully clear.
Please leave me comments to let me know, if any of my words of joy and woe--of hope and fear--
Reached you, touched you, or meant anything at all to you--whether light and small, or large and dear.
Tell me if any of my words moved you in any way, or left some mark of meaning, worth remembering.
If you learned anything worth knowing, or were impoved in any way worth keeping.
Or if you melded with some true feeling of mine that was worth a smile or a tear.
Tell me--if you will--while you can--while I can still read your words--tell me now, before I disappear.
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These are my words of my love of living, my joy of life, my love of love, and my love of being me.
And--bequeathed by my precious, deeply missed Mother--my love of learning, language, and light;
My love of reading--as when I was a fresh new life in the world, she lovingly read to me.
She taught me the worth of words, that can make magic of sound, and give treasures of meaning--
In prose also--but especially in the bright and dark beauty of good and great poetry.
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She taught me to know and to love the soul-stirring meaning and magic of music and song.
She taught me to make the right choice, when choosing between harm and help, right and wrong.
Also, and more so, my Mother taught me that others have feelings, too, with priceless lives, like me.
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All that is best in me, is part of me, because I had the fortune to be, as still I am, my Mother's son.
But my genetic longevity is cut off. I'm alive now. But now death grasps me. My life is almost done.
Now I have been nailed by cancer.
To the question mark of my dark coming doom, the infinite room in my heart finds only one answer:
My kissing and caressing, with bittersweet love, every moment of my flying life, both day and night.
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Let me know if any of my words bridged me to you--whether we joined, for a while, heart and heart--
Or whether for longer--maybe for the entire of life--if I gave you anything from inside me, worth keeping.
If I gave you something worth having, from inside me, that I left inside you. Before I forever depart,
Let me know.
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Thank you. While this machine remains to me, I am
Michael LP
aka MLP, aka Mr. Poet, aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC
(I'm still just me)
Written on November 1, 2010 7:55 pm PDT 69° F (High: 79° F Low: 54° F) Barometer: 30.31 in and rising. Humidity: 25 % Visibility: 10 mi Dewpoint: 32 °F Wind: CALM. Sunrise: 7:02 am Sunset: 5:44 pm
Forecast: Tonight: Mostly Clear. Tomorrow: Sunny.
Copyright (C) 2010 by Michael L..P. All rights reserved (as long as I'm still around).
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