{"id":540,"date":"2015-07-16T01:07:08","date_gmt":"2015-07-16T06:07:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=540"},"modified":"2015-07-16T01:07:08","modified_gmt":"2015-07-16T06:07:08","slug":"old-because-the-sculpted-angel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2015\/07\/16\/old-because-the-sculpted-angel\/","title":{"rendered":"Old “Because” (The Sculpted Angel)"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the darkness of night a man’s mind fell into the waste of what was,<\/span><\/p>\n

The deniable became undeniable in his mind as he asked it what she does,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s alright my love, she said, I know you’ve heard it all before but now no more,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s all right my love is all he heard, his poor heart fell apart the day before,<\/span><\/p>\n

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In a desperate mind there’s something living deep inside that brings a little hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

You and me oh Lord, oh help me please my dear Lord, I won’t use that old rope,<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything she meant to me became a misstep into my lost hopes of a love eternity,<\/span><\/p>\n

I never stood a chance he thought as he prayed and got down on one knee,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sculpted angel stool taller than life reaching out to the heavens above,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sculpted marble to reach heaven above as a representation of a senior girl he loves,<\/span><\/p>\n

The rope within the Angel’s grasp seems so out of place for an angel to hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

As he chipped away year after year he grew weary year by year until very old,<\/span><\/p>\n

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His heart loved the image he had traced year after year and day after lonely day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Told to stay away so he did as told yet he knew her image after tracing it every way,<\/span><\/p>\n

The feces-stained photos showed the wear across her long dark beautiful hair,<\/span><\/p>\n

He had worn her image within while detained and she appeared as real over there,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Each night he walked the streets asking everyone and anyone if they had seen her,<\/span><\/p>\n

The vision of a marksman had faded in a lifetime to become nothing but a blur,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet the love of a lifetime transferred to his fingertips to sculpt the last love he’d held,<\/span><\/p>\n

An angel sculpted with wings so spread that he could stand inside to feel them meld,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Have you seen her? The poor soul would ask and those that knew said yes,<\/span><\/p>\n

They would tell the beaten warrior that she was beautiful and they could only guess,<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe she is in Oklahoma with her parents getting the farm ready, my old friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

That seems to satisfy his broken soul as he walked on home singing “against the wind,”<\/span><\/p>\n

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A few that asked why he never saw her when he came home just heard “because,”<\/span><\/p>\n

They dig a little deeper and ask their old friend to hear “it musta been my flaws,”<\/span><\/p>\n

He never made it home that night as a rejected brother walked through town that night,<\/span><\/p>\n

The nickname “because” stuck to him but most knew he had just lost his fight,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Unknown to him the angel in heart had searched him out but he wasn’t there,<\/span><\/p>\n

For years the beautiful angel searched for him as she left home to search everywhere,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each place he had been she would be but each time it seemed a little too late,<\/span><\/p>\n

The things she wanted to hide never needed to be hidden because of changed fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He started his sculpture with hope singing, “someday lady you’ll accompany me,”<\/span><\/p>\n

Those that didn’t know him thought he sang to sing because he was half crazy,<\/span><\/p>\n

The dreams of a lost warrior still filled his soul as he bought stone to sculpt alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon the marble was massive and through the night he’d sing Bob Seger all alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Against the wind, I remember what she said to me as she held me oh so tight,”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Against the wind we were running against the wind,” he sang into each lonely night,<\/span><\/p>\n

The strangers once his friends were no longer that as they threw stones as once before,<\/span><\/p>\n

He fell apart when no one greeted him upon discharge, he just couldn’t take anymore,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He sang”I remember when she said to me and swore it never would end, I wish I didn’t know”,<\/span><\/p>\n

A line in the song he never finished and everyone wondered what is was from long ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

A dark night when reveal of the statue came to be someone wondered where’s old “because,”<\/span><\/p>\n

Found touching her face as he had finished the most beautiful angel titled “My Angel that Was,”<\/span><\/p>\n

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The smile upon his face said he had found the angel of his broken heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

He touched her face as he had in dreams while the enemy tried to pull him apart,<\/span><\/p>\n

The shackles upon his ankles were never understood but an entering older woman knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

She cried out, “oh, Pat, it’s so beautiful, I’m here, I’m so sorry, I’m still in love with you,”<\/span><\/p>\n

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Down on Main Street softly played from somewhere as she passed away that night,<\/span><\/p>\n

A legend of love came to be as a story of love was named, “when lovers finally unite,”<\/span><\/p>\n

At the end of Main and Roosevelt, an old building fell down and the statue was placed,<\/span><\/p>\n

So beautiful the statue is with his shackles placed for all to remember the hell he faced.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for you Patti.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m glad you found me, I love you.<\/span><\/p>\n

I realize that without you I am nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In the darkness of night a man’s mind fell into the waste of what was, The deniable became undeniable in his mind as he asked it what she does, It’s alright my love, she said, I know you’ve heard it all before but now no more, It’s all right my love is all he heard, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-540","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"czr-hentry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/540","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=540"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/540\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":542,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/540\/revisions\/542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=540"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=540"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}