The Poem Repeated

2/15/96

The Poem Repeated

Ok, I feel it can only be proper to begin Part 3 by repeating this poem. Not only do I believe that it is the key to Madonna's heart, but I think she and all other viewers will be affected by it much more powerfully after having read Parts 1 and 2. You will see things in it and in her that you didn't before, and the peom will help to enrich those feelings. Madonna, before you read it again, I'd like you to rate it on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being a perfect poem. Make your rating from memory, before reading it here. After you read it here, rate it again. I'll give you further instructions after the poem is over.

2/8/96

Madonna
by Ben Kinder

Angel of hope
In a world of dispair,
Surrounded with ghosts
Your light made me care.

I wanted to hear you, see you, become you.
My mind was so crushed, so decieved, so out of touch.
I just couldn't see the light within me.

Your music is healing, your voice soothing.
When you speak I am made to see truth,
I am so hungry and you give me more.
Then I feel ashamed for being so greedy.

Your love feels like Rain.
Forgive me if I imitate you,
I want so much to please you.

When all that's left is a material world,
You remind me that you're so much more than just a material girl.

All my emotions are felt through you,
Your music helps me feel them through.

I used to wonder who you really are,
You told me that I'd never know.
I realized your words were true
and said, "It doesn't really matter."

So I went for what was superficial,
Your looks, your images, your shows.
They inspired something in me,
Something no one else could see.

But I know that all this has a price;
more than the money I paid to buy your records,
see your videos, and watch your movies
so you could have a better life.

No these emotions don't come cheap,
It takes far more than that to weep.

For all the millions
you have pleased,
around the world
and overseas,

you lost a mother whom you loved
and that's something which can never be recovered.
Out of this pain which the rest of us can hardly imagine,
You give the world a gift,
A gift that some just cannot fathom.

You lived to tell the world,
Express yourself you did,
The suffering, pain, and heartache
from which you gave us joy.

The price was paid for this holiday.
The cost: one heart in a thousand pieces.

Ok, now bring your mind back to the real world. Take your time in rating the poem, and think about its meaning. Did your rating of it go up or down? If it went up, then Part 3 of this piece of art has already worked its magic on you and you should contact me about getting together. If your rating decreased, then this entire section which I have entitled "From The Heart" is already a failure. I respectfully request that you let me know, so that I can stop this foolishness and get on with my life. Maybe in another incarnation, I will make a better attempt. There is also an unlikely possibility that your rating remained the same. If so, this indicates that you are still undecided. Don't worry, you have until the end of Part 3 to make your decision, so take your time.

Even if you have already made your decision one way or the other, you are welcome to pass the time by reading the many other things I have written here. Think of it as fan mail. You can read it, but you don't have to. You are also welcome to use any of the words written here in your performances. I would like credit for them, but I do not require it. Thank you for your kindness in listening to everything I have said this far. You truly have the heart of a Goddess.