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When Holmes ejaculated,
'It doesn't take a brilliant detective
to identify many of the people
on this planet are damaged or defective,'
Dr. Watson was heard to observe,
'Never a truer word spoken.
Most we meet, at 221B Baker street,
are utterly, if not completely, broken.
Psychologists reason, 'Conditioning's the cause
for them to follow such absurd routines,'
but it's my considered and confirmed belief,
insanity really and truly runs in the genes.'
'pon reflection, in the blink of an eye,
quoth Sherlock in reply,
'All the King's horses and all the King's men,
couldn't put Humpty together again,
and the same goes for those we know.
But if I'm wrong on that, I'll eat your bowler hat,
or my deerstalker chapeau.'
How do you say goodbye to the only person in this world who has been through hell and back with you. When they don’t even see it coming from you but deep down inside your heart you know it’s time to let go of them.
You keep telling yourself that it’s for the best because you don’t have much time left in this world. There’s nothing more anyone can do. Nothing is going to change the sickness. So, saying goodbye is for the best.
While trying not to leave them damaged and praying for their pain to heal as they move on with their life without you in it. Hoping all the walls they had put up to protect themselves from the hurt in this world that they don’t put them up and give someone a chance to love them the way you did.
Knowing you don’t have a choice but to say goodbye. While you still have time and can hold on to the memories and all the dreams that you shared with them. Praying for just one more day and hoping they don’t see the tears rolling down your face and the pain of breaking two hearts.
For measuring fleeting successes
of punishing policing justice,
we have overly relied on recidivism rates
in response to curiosity about
How to decrease crime.
For enjoying compassion
of restorative
healing justice,
we rely on win/win
empowering with community mediation
to grow deep resonance
hope for unconditional regard
and widely resilient integrity
In response to curiosity about
How to increase health
and safety
and happiness
locally ego-enlightened
and globally ecotherapeutic.
Retributive justice
fails a healthy and safe
wellness society
as it continues to punish
power-over
and excommunicate wounded
win/lose damaged criminals.
Meanwhile
community-based visions
for restoring wellbeing
equity
justice
become increasingly effective
and resilient
as parents
and teachers
and leaders
and preachers
shift our victim protection focus
from CRIMES, violent and/or financial
and/or environmental,
to healing victims of TRAUMA
Personal
and systemic,
political
and economic,
locally suicidal
and nationalistically genocidal
and globally ecocidal,
placing the greatest value on a life
only after final breath.
2024.4.20 Saturday one year ago.
It was our first trip ever.
We visited S back beach.
A warm beautiful sunny day.
This trip would not happen
If my USB was not damaged.
I lost three years worthed of travelling photos and videos.
As soon as you knew about it,
For some unknown reasons,
You promptly promised in your own will
To travel with me anywhere I wished.
To help retrieve the memories,
And to capture again those sceneries.
We had lunch at the top of St Pauls' pagoda.
Simple mixed salad and steam veggies.
I sensed something unease.
You hardly touched the veggies.
We went on to the next scenery,
When we got to the Jubilee Point,
You went down further
To get closer to the sea water.
Travelled on, we arrived at Diamond Bay and Bays of Island.
You were upset your camera's batteries were flat.
I let you to use my mobile phone instead.
Later, I found you included me in the video.
I deleted without hesitated.
Soon, I regretted removing that footage.
Because, you gave me not one single photo of that trip.
You explained, there was sand on your camera's lens.
You were too embarrassed about your negligence.
You did not make any apology.
You kept quiet for months.
It was ok BB. Any help appreciated.
I had lost three years photos and videos,
Therefore, one more day would not be a bit issue.
As long as you agreed,
We would come back another day.
However, months and months later,
I visited these places over and over,
But on my own and never
With you BB my dear friend.
It has been awhile,
since I have visited the grave;
of my big sister, father and mother,
and my sweet baby boy !
The path has cracks and is dangerously uneven,
scattered are toppled headstones here and there;
and damaged steps and rails,
well, it is an old cemetery but it seems forgotten !
As I walk along,
I recall the memories I hold close;
of each loved one engraved in stone here,
that I am about to visit !
Then, I am there at the once shiny black stone gazing,
for it is covered with green moss and bird droppings;
and I am filled with horror,
oh guilt, oh why has it taken me so long to visit !
I walk around it,
the moss is on both the sides and back;
covering the scroll work and baby's name,
the front has a little but not as bad !
Along the bottom it has grown up quite a bit,
and I fall to my knees weeping, mom, dad so sorry;
then, I feel hands caressing my hair,
and mom is whispering to me, but it is not words of love !
but ...
Come back tomorrow,
with Dawn soap and a sturdy brush;
and bring a buck for water and wear gloves,
I lift my head surprised !
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June 18, 2021
Poetry/Verse/The Visit
Copyright Protected, ID 6-1365-305-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Surprise Me
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 07/03/2021
Second Place
You move with effortless grace.
As I steal a glance of your chiseled face.
A sheepish smile makes my heart stop beating.
To not get hurt again, should I be retreating?
I am "damaged goods" and I can't take that away.
Afraid that forever that's the way I'll stay.
My smile hides all the hurt I have been through.
Tell me, what will be so different about you?
Can you help erase all that has been said and done?
Need me, so that I won't turn around to run.
I have lost myself too many times to count.
Will your affections be enough for my fear to surmount?
You caress my cheek and steal my breath.
Please Goddess take me away from this living death.
Help to favorably bear upon my tattered and bleeding soul.
Use the elements to once again make me whole.
I beseech you to bless me with a favor from your heart.
Have pity on me as I silently fall apart.
I am unsure of how much more heartache I can take.
Listen closely and you can hear my heart slowly break.
I wait for him to hold my face and gently kiss me.
My chest tightens and I can hardly breathe.
I wait with bated breath for his lips to finally meet mine.
Our hearts and bodies long to intertwine.
I feel his gaze on me as I shamelessly daydream.
Heat rushing to my cheeks as the tears fall in a stream.
How could I get caught with my heart out on my sleeve?
I'm not sure his love is a goal I'm able to achieve.
I taciturnly say a prayer to help me find some peace.
In hopes that my fears will acquire a way to cease.
Need me, love me, find me, see me in a different light.
My heart recognizes you and I no longer want to try to fight.
Late at night when i can't sleep, my demons come out to haunt me
And when my eyes open with the sunrise, they attack my thoughts
Plague my dreams
So i stay up sometimes just to write, even though i know few will ever read these.
Sometimes i can't tell if these are visions i have or fits of insanity
Lately I've been dreaming about a girl..
metaphorically and literally.
A forbidden desire fitting like a sensual attire
Someone like her would never be with someone like me
Feels like a surreal childhood fantasy.
Wouldn't be the first time i took a leap...
Landing face first but still with damaged feet.
Electra is her name
And this electric feeling is to blame
When i lay alone in my bed with all these things rushing through my head..
Are these tricks? Treats? Future destiny?
I wish i knew...but i feel like a rat in a cage
Thoughts cover my thoughts
What is this energy?
Maybe it will go away
Or maybe i really am insane...
My Alice in wonderland....
Is this real? Am i?
So many things i wish to say
But for now,
I fade away
Damaged Goods
"Why would someone be considered
Damaged Goods"?
At the hands of a trusted bosom
Friend?
Once cracked even the innocence
looks guilty.
I still wake up with wounds I've
Weathered.
I continue to feel the pain up and
down my back but I was convinced
there was no knife.
Your damages may not be appealing,
But it made you incomparable.
Healing day by day ready to face this
World another day without carrying
excess baggage upon my shoulders.
Through the nights one's thoughts
wander and roam.
Let go of bad memories because
Our damaged goods shows us our
Life has significance.
When you're lonely and exposed.
Blood, shred and tears.
And after all this time that you still owe.
And after all the blood that you still owe.
After lie, after lie.
Nothing, nowhere.
You're still a good for nothing, I don't know.
And my world, it drifts apart.
I know that inside of me, it's a ing ghost town.
This empty shell is like a noose around my neck.
Beg for the rest of my life.
You're killing me, killing me.
I want to be free from these chains.
And I'm staring at the walls again.
Obsessing over you this way.
I'm so damaged beyond repair.
Leave before you love me.
Through the crystal glass, you gaze at me.
Again, I lose control
And then, there goes my soul
I’m sorry I hurt you so
I’m sorry I took away your glow
I lost my *****
My mind’s full of junk
I didn’t know it will cost my life
To lose it all and gain strife, strife
Cuts me like a jagged knife
To lose you all my life
All my life, all my life
I lost my ***** long ago
Life is like a short-term show
My voice is not heard
In this wilderness
I’m a damaged bird of hopelessness
I lost my *****
My mind’s full of junk
I didn’t know it will cost my life
To lose it all and gain strife, strife
Cuts me like a jagged knife
To lose you all my life
All my life, all my life
My wings are gone
And I must move on
I’m sorry I had to let go
Of everything hurting me though
My wings are sore…now, I soar
And I must be more…somehow to the core
Than they say I am
I once was a broken dam
I lost my *****
My mind’s full of junk
I didn’t know it will cost my life
To lose it all and gain strife, strife
Cuts me like a jagged knife
To lose you all my life
All my life, all my life
I lost my *****
My mind’s full of junk
I didn’t know it will cost my life
To lose it all and gain strife, strife
Cuts me like a jagged knife
To lose you all my life
All my life, all my life
To lose you all my life because…
All my life, I’m just a lost cause
It hurts me to the core
All the more, but what for?
I lost my *****, I lost my thought trunk…I lost my skunk punk funk…
And you — am I amongst your mind junk?
Guess I’m not your kind
So, I’m truly left behind