Open Letter to those who have helped others,special thx 2 the veiled angel that gifted me. |
There exists exactly eight times I have been caught bereft of speech Half of them while I slept, two in lust, one intoxicated And one started here among friends, never met, never spoken Never seen, but deeply felt Know that I appreciate it all for I almost fell beyond your reach You who do not know me, should run post-haste and in alarm Or you may find yourself lauded, albeit cleverly Under the guise of spoken word, wit and charm For those already caught in my web, I mourn deeply for your passing Only divine intervention or perhaps enough dry food ‘sans wine’ can save you from Relentless prose, my ego and endless prattling Endearing though I try to be Vivacious past all hope Effervescent cascades of no paltry thanks Rend spell-check to violent throes Yet that is not what I seek to impart Tasking vocabulary to the extreme Hinting of a greater plot In blatantly subtle or obviously cunning means Nay, I speaketh in the words of old! Grandiose genuflection for chivalrous acts, selfless giving and courage bold! You who’ve gifted me with words, advice, critique and more, can you see? On this day, I am filled with vicarious aplomb Unabated hope, renewed vigor, purpose and lacking rhyming synonyms: glee Abandon strife, all ye who enter here, find solace in this thought, Realize I posses the balance of but one letter to say ‘Thank You, Whoever you are!’ and ‘Ever you need for but the simplest friend, know that I am here’ |