Letters from the Gods

I.

This is my letter to the world:
Why are you so cold?
I stand in the rain outside your door
Why don’t you let me come in?
Are you frightened, my dear ones, of me?
Are you scared I offer too much,
And ask so little?
Waiting for a catch.
But, lo, you know the catch!
You know.
Maybe I seek you.
You, oh winter of discontent
With barren trees in you that have long since been stripped of fruit.
I knock at the door softly, but you dare not answer,
To feel warm again, I thought that was what you wanted.
But I can only offer,
You have to reach out and take it.
Are you that afraid of the truth?

II.

And to have such gifts,
You expect to give some great deal,
But I only ask of you this;
Let me in.
Let me fill this dark world with your light,
Not mine.
I am only the paper on which to strike,
Where you are the match.
The fertile soil,
Where you are the seed.
You are as ready for me as mankind can be,
And yet here I stand,
Outside your door,
And I only knock softly.
Can you hear me?
Will you stop screaming and listen?

III.

Resign? Me? Never!
I have way too much fun
Doing what I do.
Maybe once in a great while I am defined
As “evil”,
But where did that word come from,
If not from you,
Or a brother
Those that break down your door,
And tear down your defenses.
You are just frightened of me,
The real me,
And I understand!
If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be me,
Now, would I?
And you do know me,
You know me.
And of course,
Of course,
I know you.

IV.

Your life is
Changing and you
Don’t know why,
The world is
Screaming so
You cry, cry,
Cry.

V.

There is a time in life,
That you wonder;
Wonder what it is going to be like,
When you die.
All I know of this,
Is the best,
And the worst,
I can ever give you.
I will show you the world!
With me,
And without me.
You will then see in all finality,
What could have been.
I will show you your box full of treasures,
And when you wonder why you never had them,
You’ll read the answer
In my eyes.

You had only to ask.


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Wrote this as a drawing, actually. In my sketchbook. A spray painted wall, a restaurant napkin, a fortune from a fortune cookie, a 'to do' list... all conglomerated together to make this little diddy here. If I had a scanner, I would scan it and show you, but I don't. Tough luck.

-Tessitore-