Be Loved

Loving them, despite the lies, despite the tears; In spite of horrors, nightmares, fears. We sing and laugh during our beginnings Then fire the daff who helped our winnings. Lay in wait, we cry, we take Till we just can’t take no more. They spin unholy tales and name the love they make In the belly of their contaminated whore. Survival, dear, who hears our cries, our lonely sighs? The nights are full of longing. Miss the good times, miss the bad, Tearful slimes, make up songs. Sleep. Get laid. Miss the whore, we miss the madness. Somehow we find time to clean the blade, The weapon used to rid the badness; The bloody, killing knife we keep, We made.

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James Long

Date: 9/26/2019 9:07:00 AM

I was once told, and very recently: "That I should allow for my wing to dry and to sit on my hands." This person added: "Get used to your own ground and apply yourself to trying to remain helpful if, and when, and wherever you still possibly, can!" "You will soar all in due time again, and you will never need to come down - unless this is to allow for another to apply themselves towards this ever-helpful effort, the very same way continuing!"

Glenda Smith
Date: 9/28/2019 5:39:00 PM

Thank-you so much for these awesome words of encouragement (: