Poem from FM

Just wanted to share this poem.... hope its ok... *he bows*

I'm Sorry

Michael Guinn

Every time I see you! I hear the melody of raindrops and realize that
... you are crying inside. And someday� I'll write a poem that wins the
Nobel peace prize for the peace I couldn't find in your eyes.
You� be that poet, writer, soul survivor and your misery, cuts through
me�truly.. taking me back to that moment in your story where you first
lost your glory.

And I... can only imagine how it must feel to have wings and not be
able to fly.

That has to be the most painful feeling any woman could bear.

Well�.I've never known that feeling. I�ve never felt the sting of words
with out wings become dirty pretty things.

And I�ve never screamed at the top of my lungs and had no one hear my
cry. I�ve never known what that was like. I�ve never known.

And even though I've never been where you are, I can still feel the
scar on your spirit. Cause when you speak� I hear it.

And even though I've never had hopes bashed�I can still hear the echo
of dreams smashed like a thousand fist against the window of your past.

But � I.. have had words trapped like Terri Schiavo�s Verbs.. dying to
get out and had doubt� just beat them back down until they became
poetic lumps in the throat of my soul. I�ve known�. what THAT�S like! I�ve
known!

But tonight �I REFUSE to let you stand there all alone� wrapped in
blues, clutching black, seeing red.

YOUR Sunshine is just hiding behind dark clouds waiting for you to
shout out loud that you are no longer a slave to pen without ink. YOU CAN
THINK...

And your VOICE� WILL NOT BECOME SIGN LANGUAGE FOR THE GHOST OF YOUR
ANGUISH! BECAUSE TONIGHT! YOUR WORDS TAKE FLIGHT! THEY SOAR! Traveling
from metaphor to metaphor, giving life to

incomplete sentences! THEY SOAR!

Stretching the limitations of sound, YOUR words fan the clouds and cool
the sky�
They Soar�Capturing the moment...

They Soar!...Freeing the soul.... They Soar! THEY SOAR!!

And ..I just wanna say .. I'm sorry�

Sorry for every man who never said HE was sorry.

Sorry �for all those times�your essence was left dying in the shade of
never.. forever road kill for vultures�too stupid to see� that in your
eyes blooms the seed of their culture.

Sorry �for all those nights your heart was left tangled in the curve of
a smile as crooked as his shifty grin... To me THAT is the greatest
sin!

And I want you to know that the prize between your thighs could never
match the beauty inside your eyes�. because you are beautiful.

And I PROMISE to never disrespect you with fist, hurt or pain� Just
protect you with prayers and be your umbrella in the rain..

And I know you may not believe me, I KNOW�

But � tonight �.I'll take that chance to say�"Beaumont".....I'm sorry.

Michael is an award winning poet/performer from Jacksonville Texas now
residing between Fort Worth and Sacramento Ca. www.mikeguinn.com
http://www.cdbaby.com/michaelguinn