Complexity

Complexity

A Poem by Monique Jackson
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The Past Always Finds A Way To Find You...

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Where do I begin my words?

So they can be more than seen but heard,

Do, I bother to follow a rhyming scheme?

After all you already know what I mean,

 

Maybe I'll just get straight to the point

Let the thoughts emerge and then…exhale!

And wait, wait for something to happen,

Then again I'm unstructured…it's just how I flow,

 

For some reason my mind can't conceive,

Therefore, it lives in this unbalanced complexity,

Analyzing a past for a future that will never be,

Tell me how did we lose so much harmony?

 

Never in a million years could I have imagined

The time passed would reveal our time capsule

All the things that could have been but…well,

Those things never came to pass; nothing happened,

 

Do I dare allow myself to encounter,

A moment in time or thereafter,

That I would have seen what you saw and went after,

But I didn't, all I saw was the teachings you taught and laughter,

 

Everything happens for a reason right?

The destiny is already engraved the way it's supposed to be,

Is it even right to ponder on all the things that we didn't complete?

In the end didn't it turn out exactly how God wanted everything to be?

 

Nevertheless, I can't help but caress,

Caress the thought of what we would have been next,

Next to you there would stand me, nothing could be greater than our unity,

Unity of a place we never allowed to roam free cause we didn't own destiny…

 

The obstacle of consequences were too great,

So, time went on and we went our separate ways,

However, the universe played a crazy trick on repeat,

Bringing us back in time with too many unfinished memories to keep,

 

The line you created I followed in,

The shadow of what might have been my King,

Or just a silhouette of what could've, should've, would've, but was never seen,

Those are the cards you get dealt when you don't see the soul connection to a friend,

 

I spent this time reminiscing,

Not even realizing what I was even missing,

Until the teacher began to teach and the student began listening,

Now here I sit in a place where I can't even indulge in the blissfulness

 

You brought me to a place I never traveled,

Consequently, it opened up a door I can't walk through,

I can only stand outside as an onlooker looking through a glass window,

Revisiting the things in the past that I can never go back and redo,

 

 

It's nice to dream, I'm a big dreamer!

Yet when I wake up into reality your nowhere near,

So, close yet so far away because now you heart is sold to your Queen,

All, I have to live on is the memories, the thoughts, and an unfinished dream!

 

"No matter what you leave in the past, the encounter of the future is part of an unknown destiny..."

2007©Monique Jackson

 

 

THE RESPONSE TO MY COMPLEXITY POEM

The Dream is truly unfinished
Because the seed was already planted
We have more than just memories
Things just didnt turn out as we expected

Or wanted...
But believe me our value is still sumthing
The past is the greatest teacher
We just need to figure out the purpose

8 years, 4 fruit, and two loves later
We are still here
Separation did not unbind us
Like the split did not exist

Even still I cant help but think what if
Perhaps I should have changed a punchline for a hug
Sarcasm for a smile
A sneer for words of love

I have missed you without knowing
But God is still good
The seed I planted has grown without me
Fully blossomed as an unwaivered tree

Back then the roots could have been killed by my immaturity
God has his reasoning
You have become so undenyingly beautiful
Without my warmth and nurture

I am happy to be near you
My seed fully developed and free
And, even as her fruit is forbidden
I can still bask under her leaves

For purpose is just a precept
We are reborn together again
Truly infatuated
connected by both blood and spirit

Unsepearable, so even as I am not your King
You cannot deny me

This was a necessary progression
Our small world bound again
We control the difference
Of our dream thats still unfinsihed

 

THANK YOU FOR THE RESPONSE TO MY POEM....SPEECHLESS IS WHAT I AM!!!

© 2008 Monique Jackson


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Monique Jackson
Monique Jackson

Miramar, FL



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