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Poetry: Then & now

by John Gregory Myers

Created on: November 16, 2008

Poem: "How Did I Get Here?"

I'll try to look back and retrace my path,

And find the road that brought me here.

I trusted, and I loved...

But they turned their backs on me now,

And left me with no direction.

Left me at a crossroads of my life

To leave me to find my way, somehow.

But all is in fault on my behalf, as I open up too easy.

And they leave scars where they touch me,

As with all before, I thank the High One above

For finding the love that may never end.

But what appeared as a fine connection

At these crossroads of my life,

Was merely a lie and a pretend.

So, you wonder why I take no prisoners

And I burn all my memories at dawn;

And scour ashes to see what remains of faith,

And I walk on to the path alone...

Through the streets of the city,

And the streets grow bitter as the day goes on.

It's widely known by more than a few

That I'm really just no good as a worthy man.

I can't be held certain just who I am,

Or who I may pretend to be.

But all I know

Is that I'm no good; no, don't follow me

As I'm no one I seem to be.

What comes of today is all that is understood;

That is, my manic grandiose mind.

And the world as I believe, in euphoria I may perceive:

Wanting to be a God...

To be the King of Kings...

Is it just another perception of what can never be?

It is just another emotional atrocity,

Though I have walked or crawled down dead end streets.

Matters not when youre outside yourself,

And you know not what may be really true of thee.

But with all I feel today

It's so hard to conceive

I can be anything I believe in.

So if you will, just let me go, please?

What prevails within this thirst I dream?

I hunger for an endemic life for me.

When empowered by love, when the heart yearns to be free,

Those crossroads may not return, and you're down on your knees.

And perhaps the Mighty Hand will reach down to thee,

But within euphoria I was unable to see...

No gift of wealth, but scorn as the sword of God finally setting me free.
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