Below is a poem/story to be performed at my next opening. Enjoy.
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“Acts of love”
Act I. The Past
I’ve held this hand too many a time to count, but you still look at me in your despondence and start to pout.
What am I? Who am I? Did I give you hope? I didn’t mean to ruin what love we had with moments in which I never spoke!
But it’s okay, you’ve learned your lesson. And whether or not you believe it, this isn’t depressing. This is success, a heart, it’s beating so loud. It beats for you, who too far are lost in the crowd. You need to open your eyes, see the beauty of the world, you need to understand the world doesn’t revolve around little boys and girls. There’s so much more out there, so much more than this. This is high school romanticism; something you wish you wouldn’t miss. Because four years from now, when you look back…if you mature like I did…you’ll find there is nothing to laugh at besides the silly faces, and the little notes. The slang language and hearts you broke. Your life is nothing when you stay so hidden, so secure not knowing how to live and…think! Think of where I am! Think of what I’ve done! Yeah I wear my badges and polish so they catch a reflection of the sun. Let it hit your eyes because there’s nothing more golden than understanding it could be your hand I am holding.
Act II. The Present
I have a gift, I’ve only given once.
The gift is “meaning” behind every touch.
I’ve bypassed my lust and sexual desires for something and someone I believe to be of higher power; “It’s you,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s you,” as I begin to tremble in fear. It’s been too long long since I’ve felt this insecure…it’s been so long. And now we are stumbling it seems ever so fast, but as long as we wish for love, the troubles cannot last…no…no the troubles, they will not last.
Act III. The Future
We’re climbing high now, there is nothing to hold us back. We are above the financial ruin and even years later, together we still smile. The love is there! The love is there! The love is there!
I’ve dreamt too long of this day and the time I spend with you is inevitable. We are a colossus and there is nothing above us. There are no troubles but our health as we continue to grow old, your hand still in mine and our lashes touching. The fear of death isn’t scary…no we aren’t scared.
Act IV. The End
It’s this hospital bed that makes death grim…but with you by my side…my side by you…it makes no difference.
We lived.
We Loved.
We Cared.
-Mike Detelj 2010
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