Preview edition — Poet of Uplift is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
I gave you precious flowers,
you gave me their thorns in showers
I turned them economically into a sweet poison,
you said my business was chemically for treason.
With tricks you pricked our choices but when my chances are high and solid brick
you said I was sly and slick
You went astray and betrayed our friendship that I tried to steer in loving benefits
how befitting of me
When evening surrounds, you went around the round table to share our secrets
with some friends to the ends
Friends I do not even know, they knew me from the new
And there goes enemies I wasn't close,
they watch us at parties and want me to lose
With zero chances, there comes one factor of forgiveness I had multiply through the hurts,
so please take it from me whole-heartedly
I'm keen to let you go and wish you peace to new best friendship elsewhere
and good touching moments to your future
You are keen to be with me, with your tears I had tried
to look away and up to the passing clouds
So many memories we shared, yet so little you cared for,
was it all for your attention, was it all pretence
You said I was the best you ever got,
so why do you always aim a dart to my heart like that
Please go, I'm keen to let you go, before we become a call to humor
in our classes and halls
I'm keen to let go, for new ambitions are on my hands to fight and love had rebirth
in my little ways with foresight
You are keen to be with me even to true rumors that you found someone best which carries a force
of unravel to push me further and lighter like a feather to peace in hindsight
So goodbye dear one, I leave you meekly and wish you fruitfully
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Commentary
This poem is a farewell to a broken friendship. It starts with flowers answered by thorns and ends with the speaker choosing peace, saying goodbye “meekly” and wishing the other person well.
The speaker “gave you precious flowers” and got “their thorns in showers.” A business is turned “economically into a sweet poison,” and the friend calls it “treason.” The friend’s “tricks” and gossip “around the round table” betray “our friendship,” and “Friends I do not even know” now know the speaker’s secrets.
Even so, the speaker offers “forgiveness” “through the hurts,” and says “I’m keen to let you go and wish you peace to new best friendship elsewhere.” The other person is “keen to be with me,” but the speaker asks “was it all for your attention” and why “you always aim a dart to my heart like that.”
The speaker refuses to become “a call to humor in our classes and halls,” looks to “new ambitions” and “love had rebirth,” and lets the friend go “lighter like a feather to peace in hindsight.” It ends with “So goodbye dear one, I leave you meekly and wish you fruitfully.”