The Poetry of Gregory Oregon
at some point in my life i know that i was born. as for my childhood i know as much as to say that there indeed was one, but to look back and point out any defining moments that will help define or explain the man that i am today i find myself lacking. i have lived a life where memories as well as pictures have been forgotten, and as an addict have been living each day waiting for the next high, i have been living my life waiting for the next moment to ignite my soul and inform me of my existence. i am a lost poet that has found himself on the broken road, at the end of his path upon the impasse of an impossible union. i have not seen such tragedy nor experienced such sadness in my years and in these current times i have found myself beyond the shakespeare understanding of human sadness. one not know the definition of such words until they themselves are able to appy the appropriate definition which gives the word life, as for i, i have filled my dictionary with the pain and suffering of lost love. i understand that all might want a more insightful and detailed script of who i am, yet unfortunately all that i can detail is that i am, as well as all those that have existed before me, amongst me, and soon after me, am and are one of Gods chilldren. At most in this life all i will ever be is one of his many creations, at least in this life i can be regarded as a mute poet in search of his scattered heart, waiting to find the remaining pieces of his love.
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