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Making you....Immortal

I want to...
 M
A
K
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Y O U
 immortal in order to never feel as if I was forgetting you.... As I can continue to relive through stored data in my cerebrum Releasing endorphins as I travel through times of 
hands held, 
songs danced, and 
stories told Poetry placed into fingertips and art came to life. They say I have a voice of a poet sorta like you did and...
 that side smile I reenact through wrinkles in time 
laughter  and uncomfortable coming of age conversations I replay angry discussions 
as we were too much alike to get along ...hot tempered, short fuse and too much pride...getting in the way of growth. But at the end of the day, we'd cool off sit together read and hear music together Hang out and hold hands as I always remained in the shadow of my colossus Going back to rewind Aesop's Fables and Anansi  and cultural tales of history so that I would be wise and knowledgeable of my culture Retracing childhood 
and 
pre-teen years 
in order to grasp unto every step 
taken 
beside you In order to never have a blurry thought 
and 
keep it machete sharp... Refusing to replace the terabytes of my neurons with unimportant figures. Tattooing you into the depths of my spirit. As I carve you into  existence 
to keep you alive in memo graphic essence.
 
I want to...
 M
A
K
E
Y O U
 immortal in order to never feel as if I was forgetting you....
 
...in order to never feel 
as if I am 
running out of ink... slowly forgetting how to transcribe you....into immortality ...Papi...
08.15.55-01.02.05
 ©DISorientedDIVA 2013

Making the Poem Cry...

Father May I?...God Soliloquy

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