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Angry, hateful words shot back and forth like bullets in the air
Accusations, retributions—all tossed around without a care.
Hurtful words thrown around yet the innocent were hurt the most.
She didn’t want to hear and that familiar sense of dread grew.
She ran into her closet--the only sanctuary she knew.
Shouting, loud noises of anger and rage pierced her bedroom door
As the closet walls barely muffled the voices that seemed to roar.
She pressed her hands to her ears, her body rocking back and forth
Drowning out the familiar sounds—silent tears started to fall.
She mumbled first then louder, pressing against the closet wall.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she begged God to take her far, far away
To some family that loved her—someone who’d want her to stay.
A place where anger and resentment weren’t felt from day to day.
She asked Him for help, closed her eyes tightly, squeezing out a tear.
Silence was heavy, she opened her eyes, dreading that same fear.
She had kept her eyes closed tightly as long as she possibly could.
Then, she wiped away her tears, knowing that it would do no good.
She had gotten used to feeling forgotten long, long ago but
Just once she hoped that finally someone who cared would listen
Someone who cared enough for her and would show some compassion.
Sometimes at night I think of that little girl in the darkness
Desperate in her begging and pleading in her loneliness.
I wonder, what if someone had noticed how unhappy she was
Or noticed that at school she played alone but no one seemed to care.
If only she could have found someone who cared, someone somewhere.
In my mind I open that closet door and see her tear-stained face
I hold out my hand to her, smiling as she leaves that dark place.
“Some day you will leave this house and never come back, I promise.”
I whisper, “Eight years from now your life will be so much better.”
Then, I tell her the one thing nobody else has—that I love her.
She’d look up in disbelief as I kissed her wet cheek softly.
The words of affection are alien and she’d look at me.
I’d hug her a long time and say, “I’ve come back to give you hope.”
Then I would stand up and tell her as she’d beg me not to leave.
“We will meet again in many years, you just have to believe”.
The years fall so softly like the leaves,
And those we knew dwindle in the night,
While our soul now heals and seldom grieves
About what we recall and try to write.
In my storage room one day I found
An old cardboard box that I’d forgot,
With a worn rawhide cord it was bound—
Inside was a life that had came to naught.
It was all that now did but remain
Of that old chief He Who Sees the Dreams—
All that he had owned or had a claim
When he was still one with the earth and streams.
There were some moccasins and old beads,
Feathers, knife and broken shaman’s staff—
It was the stuff of all of his needs
As I sorted what to keep from the chaff.
At the very bottom of that box
Was an old dusty buffalo hide,
Under three painted and sacred rocks
Upon which that old Indian had cried.
I could now recall it in my mind
As he wrote on the back of that skin—
How he wailed and he moaned as he signed
His last prophecy of a world that sinned.
I read the words I taught him to write
About evil days to come too soon—
Of the lamb that was a wolf in night
That would then devour all the earth and moon.
He would be the dark bold buffalo
That promised new faith to transform all—
But we would bring just death that was slow,
And a once great nation would die and fall.
This great leader would promise so much,
But give us the bitterness of lies—
All would diminish with his cruel touch—
What little remained would be fit for flies.
He Who Sees Dreams wrote of deceptions—
A man that was not all that he seems—
An anti-man for all creations,
A man known now as the killer of dreams.
I read again these words with sadness
And know now that it has come to pass—
The great deceiver rules with madness—
We can only pray that our God is vast.
where did love go
when it left the even flow
of having and not having
the romance and the unknown
when the one that slept beside me
no longer seems beside me
and arguments have left me all alone
with my misdeeds, mistakes and groans
and hideous memories take hold
cruelties and vicious words were thrown
and the point of no return has been past
it was the final argument, surely the last
when last pleas have been wept
and final blows have been dealt
truly there is no hope for
the one with whom for years i slept
and in my loneliest hours i wept
do my feelings for God's law show contempt
are my emotional atachments so inept
on i blundered so bereft
where is justice now
it's vengeance must compensate
somehow
but silent are the wheels of justice
and unfair the time is to repair
the injustice
sleep. rest while my fight is down
for surely if you were awake i'd clown
but moments have past when i wish
the old you was around
that part of you my love could arouse
sleep and dream of someplace better
where my bitterness is from you sheltered
where my vows to you are still espoused
safe from words that criticize
and all opinions that epitomize
the man hid behind the guise
of hatred and feelings he despises
against love our realities compromised
our romance was not successfully visualized
not alone, i have come to realize loves neglect
our doom and demise
farewell, to the not so distant past
hello to the despair at last
with heart felt destain do we crash
remembereing our love past
(Collaboration between D. G. and J.H.L )
Form:
Her words are streaming with subliminal meaning…
Cryptic…
And I dream of the things that make me hate…I’m alone, it doesn’t matter.
There’s an unmistakable attraction I had for you scent, and now I recreate invain.
Say what you will, remember you’re a slave to your words once they are spoken.
Shackled by what you had to say and now beaten and bruised day in and day out wishing to
have taken it back.
She was never real…
She was a mirrored image of what I always had looked for.
I cared for the fake and miss what now has become to be known as the fraud.
I don’t wish you well, not anymore.
I hope God burns you in the end and you find yourself alone, oh so very alone…
I allow you to be nothing more than a Dead Memory, just as you have heard many a time
before you.
I refuse to be born again…
The days I can remember flow through me like poison and are like roots through out my
body, buried in…They can not be cleaned away.
She finalized me…never completed…
There’s something inside me but I’ll never get to see it…
Despise
There are no bargins to be had in Heaven…
Her words are like salt in a fresh wound. -Painful and meaningless…
There was never a reason for such deciet that you displayed…
Trying to keep us the way we were, its like running up a hill…A God forsaken never ending
hill. Your unwillingness is the sun blinding me in the eyes…
You watch me stumble
Everyone has left, I can’t die
I can’t Die
Form:
where does love go
when it leaves the even flow
of having and not having
the romance and the unknown
when the one that sleeps beside you
no longer seems beside you
and arguments leave you all alone
with your misdeeds. mistakes and groans
and hideous memories take hold
cruelties and vicious words are thrown
the point of no return has been past
the final argument surely the last
when last pleas have been wept
and final blows have been dealt
truly there is no hope for
the one with whom for years i slept
and in my loneliest hours i wept
are my feelings something inept
to the laws of God
where is justice now
it's vengeance must compensate
somehow
but silent are the wheels of justice
and unfair the time is to repair
the injustice i have done
sleep. rest while my fight is down
for surely if you were awake i would clown
but moments have past when i wish
the old you was around
that part of you that my love could arouse
sleep and dream of someplace better
where my bitterness is from you sheltered
safe from words that criticize
opinions that epitomize
and hide behind the disguise
of hatred and despise
against love our realities compromised
without success visualized
have come unfortunately to realize
our doom and demise
farewell, not so distant past
hello despair at last
with hearty destain we crash
with the ever remembered
love of the past
Philadelpia
where a man once lived
where a man once triumphed over unjust laws
a city where a lawyer died
for this truly was a compassionate lawyer
a man of discipline
a man who would win
a counselor who would claim victory over the injustices he recognized
and vowed to overcome those who would carry on with disavowed cruelty
a lawyer who would rise above
a man of pure and unpretentious love
as others loved the lawyer and his loyalty
a lover
his lover the law
And a love for the people who required his knowledge to fight the threat of a law too often
blind
A lawyer who can be described in a hundred positive ways but most of all he was kind
a man who spoke words that brought justice to those who could not speak for themselves
armed as a weapon was the knowledge he possessed
a man who spoke words his clients blessed
a lawyer now at rest
For his was an indiscriminant disease
a plague for which, at that time, mankind had no viable cure
it attacked a man who spoke words with passion made perfectly pure
then the last bomb of his battle exploded
as his life and breath were eroded
until this giant of a lawyer urged both slowly and steadily
said he
"Miguel, my lover,
I am ready”
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The scene where Tom Hanks describes an opera to Denzel Washington
is simply and heavenly beautiful
WHAT DID YOU NOT SAY?
Such as velvet….
Violets…….
Heatedly
Sweetly-----
Suave
Sometimes funny
The Easter bunny
But most all pleasant
Smooth
Smiley
Wily
Witty
Surely she’s urban
Far from the big city
My roof is caving in and she says, “honey, there’s always plaster” and makes misery
no longer my master
And asks me to stop
“Just stop to think about ferrets, flamingoes and the fundamentals
Like fun, hon
It’s the kind of kindness her words express
sensibly
And I must admit
Sensually
The kind that gives a man no other choice
Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t you ask me to describe wistful wonder in one wondrous woman
Words captured
Sentences enraptured
Paragraphs, peaceful
An armistice in every word
A mutual surrender to each syllable
Two each with words she and I emphatically embrace
words of hers my heartbeats can trace
When words wend their way to wonder and a friend
Yet bearing the fact that this is a story with a biased end
He wrote with passion persuaded by a yearning to keep my pace in a silent race
She wrote with what he knew was written by a woman of genuine grace
And yet each voice is silent and they never even met face to face
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“
THESE TALKING KEYS ARE THE KEYS TO HIS HEART
Oh no, here comes the one who ever draws nigh
And with words he’ll sit here and cry
Now he’s tapping on our ebony letters
All to explain the pain of nothing ever getting any better
He’s typing something about if only today had tomorrow’s eyes
Then nothing would ever be a startling surprise
The typist would then have known when to connect
And the things he’s offered that he should reject
Yes, I knew he’d get to this part
Trying to say, in a different way, that his is an aching heart
He’s typed our letters that formed words with the same old themes
And if today had tomorrow’s eyes he’d recognize its scathing schemes
I suppose he believes we can help in some meaningful way
But as for me I have veritably nothing to say
Only we don’t begin hammering on him with lead
As his hands become separated from his heart and his head
Well all you keys can sit here and obey his commands
or stop listening and obeying the typist’s demands
Let’s type him the words with no conjecture nor lies
Since the typist should cease wishing that today had tomorrow’s eyes
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There was trust in you at one time
A best friend, so close to heart
In truth, a phase too afraid to die
A heart, something I never thought would hurt
Anger cuts out the rest now
Something I just want to watch bleed
Rip out the beast inside of you
Break it off at the knees
A feeling of hate and disgust
One person to watch die
Fists and pulsing veins
Wrapped around your infected lies
Sharp words pouring out
Stabbing my tongue and throat
Feeling sick to my stomach
Your face, I just want to choke
Words I never thought I'd say
Feelings I never thought I'd have
Never thought I'd have regret
Thoughts that make me gag
Should have known better
Should have gave it more thought
Now I'm ruined
Nothing but a tiny dot
Never did I think I'd feel this way
Always thought things would be okay
You probably never thought I'd say these words too
But I hate you!
Such a diseased individual!
Nothing but scum!
I can't believe myself!
How could I be so dumb?!
I hate it all now!
I want you to know this too!
Forget about what all I ever said!
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!
A SILENCED SYMPHONY BY THE SEA
I recall when we first sang that song
And danced from twilight until the sun
As for me we couldn’t have danced too long
As I freely floated and you sensually spun
You sang lead and I the backup harmony
A symphony composed by only you and me
The theme was a sonata sanctified by the sea
And so I thrilled to my dancer’s decree
“hold me closer and tighter my dear”
Those were the lyrics I penned for you
“let thy words draw me ever near”
And thus the melody did that which it was meant to do
When I scribed those words they seemed so real
And “eternal” was a concept I suddenly understood
But by the orchestration was I taught how to feel
As destiny and perpetuity have done all they could
Now due to you I can no longer sing that song
Nor can I listen to it any more
The rhythm’s off and the lyrics are wrong
Since I wrote the words but you ruined the score
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