paper messiah....
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it was the movie last night that put it together....
a small wave of understanding....
because a lot of times I don’t get you....
when as a friend, I desperately want to....
but all I could think ....
the whole time, watching....
was about you and what you write....
how you push the envelope....
underrated and misconstrued....
what you try so hard to say....
and others often miss....
using it to discount you....
the frequently drawn comparisons ....
ones you’d often make and ....
I could never see ....
how they would fit together....
with what you want to be....
but as I watched and ....
listened to the words… about him,....
his life and times
and what he tried to do… I got it....
just a glimmer of what I think ....
you might be all
about....
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no… you are not the Messiah ....
not the Buddha or the chosen one....
no grand messenger, no Moses....
you’re just a man with a private vision....
a mission to articulate your truth....
for a moment I finally saw that....
could hear it in his borrowed words....
the barely hidden proofs....
feel it in another’s life cut short by simple minds....
through someone else’s life and story....
their cry in the urban wilderness....
their attempt to just be heard....
no… you are not Elijah or Jeremiah....
no… your message not the gospel or the holy book....
but it is a piece of
a whole, the fabric of a life....
your personal offering of loaves and fishes....
your life transformed into idea and word....
last night, there were no cocks crowing....
no public denials made, just a foundation laid ....
an attempt at understanding....
prophetic words I hope ....
that I am not the first or last to see you....
for what you want to be… a poet visionary.....
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2009 by c.m. brooks....
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