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I
Want To Tell You
I
want to tell you
That
my soul is in unrest
In
search of a place to rest
Though
I feel at times that place won’t be found
Hope
finds me when least expected and I have a change of heart
That
maybe the future is paved with gold and not sharp stones
I
want to tell you that I’m more moody than any man should be
If
I was a woman they would call me a b**ch
But
since I’m a man it’s classified as indifference
Makes
no sense but such is life
I want to tell you that everyday the journey seems
longer
With less answers but I’m not discouraged as I once
was
With age comes acceptance of things you can’t
change
The goal now is personal happiness and along the way
Reaching out to the ones I can help,
Everything else is in God’s hand and he is quite
capable
When we’re not able
I need you to know that more times than not
Parenting is purely instinct and all is not lost
Even when it seems you have not a clue
And all your words of wisdom fall by the wayside
You know what you’ve just said fell on deaf ears
The hope is by the sheer will of osmosis
Your words in the moment of truth will have somehow
gotten through
I need you to know even if you already know
God loves all sinners and people of supposed ill
repute
And if he didn’t how could he be God of all man?
He would then be just the God of the beautiful people
Such a God I would have no use for
That his love could be so arbitrarily bought
I want to tell you by the grace of God
I’m still alive and able to write
In the darkness of my thoughts I sought refuge
Only to find love waiting there for me
Friends who refused to let me wallow in despair
When D****e broke my f******g heart
I want to tell you above all else
Love is absolutely amazing when she holds you close
I have felt her breath upon my face
I have stood on the mountaintop and she has given me
wings to fly
Given me the heart to forgive and time to heal my
broken spirit
In her care I ascended to a place I couldn’t even
fathom existed
A place so beautiful you would cry when you left
And so I did when love opened her arms and cast me
away
In time she came back for another visit
Like an old friend who was always there
Quiet until you needed them most
I want to tell you I have a secret
My secret is I need God’s love and his
understanding
Even when I don’t understand myself
I need God to forgive me for my human indiscretions
To love me even when I’m undeserving and he knows
my heart is good
Like any parent, he knows patience is a virtue
Eventually, the cream does rise to the top
I want to tell you so much more
But to tell you anything else would leave me far too
vulnerable.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
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