A Believer's Prize

Hello again everyone. I hope these words find you all in great health and even better spirits. It's that time again. Back with another poem. It is called, "A Believer's Prize," and this one is very special to me. For starters, it was inspired by a dream a had about a week or so ago. And oh yeah, it was also inspired by listening to the new album, "Delta Machine" by Depeche Mode. But to give you a little back story, very recently I was talking to a beautiful, young woman who I cared for, and by some form of luck, she actually cared about me as well. And things were going well between us, and it seemed like we were going to progress into something more. But to make a long story short, after getting our signals crossed, I said some very, very hurtful things to her and pretty much ruined any chance I had of being with her. Which is my own fault. But in this dream I had, I actually saw her face, crystal clear, and she basically forgave me for being such a moron, and reacting so harshly. But the words that she spoke in the dream, actually harkened back to a time when we had a disagreement of sorts. See, she is a spiritual person, who believes in God, while I, myself, am an atheist. So she wasn't sure, if she could be with someone who didn't believe in God. But as I began to write the poem, it was written from the perspective that she is looking past my laundry list of mistakes, and the few that she made, and wants us to be together again. Almost just like in the dream. Except in the dream, we were face to face talking. And we shared a kiss afterwards. And I swear, after I woke up, I could almost taste her kiss. It's weird how vivid the mind can be. But I feel the poem is a beautiful tribute to her,  and I also realized the poem is basically a part two to a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. That poem was called, "If There Is Such A Thing," and was written to express the depression I felt after losing what we had. So okay, enough of my rambling now. I will let you all read it finally. But I just wanted to explain why this piece means so much to me. But it can't compare to the person that it's about. Thank you all for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.

"A Believer's Prize"
2013

Today's another day
That I was blessed to see
But much to my dismay
You weren't next to me
And when I turned around
I see the place you used to lay
The impression's still as deep
As it was on yesterday
But then I recall the words
That I once said to you
And I know they hurt like hell
'Cause I thought them to be true
But now I realize
Just how wrong I was
So now I'm calling you
And the reason is because
I don't need you to believe
In what the books might say
I just need to know your eyes
Will only look my way
So please ignore the judgments
Of those who matter not
Baby, just come back home
And give me all you've got
Now the black is bleeding in
And turning night from day
While the stars are little lights
Sparkling far away
But I'm sitting here alone
And I'm staring at the phone
While praying to a God
For the sound of ringing in my home
But then I recall the words
That I once said to you
And I know they hurt like hell
'Cause I thought them to be true
But now I realize
Just how wrong I was
So now I'm calling you
And the reason is because
I don't need you to believe
In what the books might say
I just need to know your eyes
Will only look my way
So please ignore the judgments
Of those who matter not
Baby, just come back home
And give me all you've got
See, I know you have your faults
They're clear and well defined
But I won't excuse my own
Since they've come to light in time
And opinions often differ
When people speak their minds
But my reaction was much stiffer
Than the knee-jerk sort of kinds
But what gives life it's meaning
Is when things are not the same
And I know things between us failed
And we each must bare some blame
But I hope you'll believe me when I say
That I have finally opened up my eyes
And I see that it was an atheist
That was this true believer's prize
But then I recall the words
That I once said to you
And I know they hurt like hell
'Cause I thought them to be true
But now I realize
Just how wrong I was
So now I'm calling you
And the reason is because
I don't need you to believe
In what the books might say
I just need to know your eyes
Will only look my way
So please ignore the judgments
Of those who matter not
Baby, just come back home
And give me all you've got
And now I hope you know,
I don't need you on your knees
Unless you like that sort of thing
So, won't you put my soul at ease
And give this phone a ring
No, I don't need you on your knees
Unless you like that sort of thing
So, won't you put my soul at ease
And give this hand a ring
Then we'll ignore the judgments
Of those who matter not
Oh baby, just come back home
And give me all you've got...