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I walked a long time on this earth with blinkers on my eyes
When one day suddenly I was struck by a bolt from the sky
Hey you down there what do you think of yourself?
I’m going to take away your health and your wealth
I had strutted like a peacock and preyed like a panther
On the weak and the humble and on those who did’nt matter
Down went my scrips and I went broke
My heart could’nt take it and I got a stroke
Strapped to the bed, my body turned to lead
All I could wish for was to be dead
In my anguish I cried out aloud
Oh God if possible please lift up this dark cloud
I am sorry it is to you I have caused utter grief
Please give me another chance, I’ll turn over a new leaf
God made me swallow a bitter pill indeed
To put aright all my misdeeds
But then He took away all my ills
And within me a new spirit instilled
On August 28th Nineteen Sixty Eight
That day God gave me a clean wiped slate.
God pardoned me from a lifetime of sin
Under the blood and not remembered again.
It was like a Mulligan in the game of golf
A do-over in life, causing others to scoff;
Friends failed to see, it was nothing I'd done
But I'd accepted Jesus, God's only son.
The cancer that once had my body bound
In an instant was gone and I was made sound.
He's placed in my path those whom I love deep
Giving me a desire to share and eyes that weep.
He put things in my heart beyond my understanding
From that day forth, I've found life less demanding.
A gentle,quite boy,not more than fourteen,
was lured by a much older girl
with lots of frickles and curly,red hair;
and her sweet name was Lucy...
We found our escape
in an alley where light never filtered;
it happened under
unexplained circumstances,
and as unfortunate as they might have been,
this adolescent suddenly lost
his virginity by the hands
of someone unregarding his mental state!
My aunt Rose caught me
in that unacceptable behavior
and slapped me hard,and told me
not to do it again!
How many boys like me,
innocent and mellow,
went through that same stage;
and had somebody touch them
in the most unthinkable place?
And I should have told Mother..
when Lucy led me to explore
what was too early to know;
inviting eyes of deception,
why did you choose me
and take away my innocence?
Lucy,you hurt that boy,with an unknown word,
and I wash all your sin with my forgiveness,
never to remind again a sensation I didn't seek:
to teach me what a growing child shouldn't have!
Lucy,everything felt like kindness;
and you gave for the wrong reasons,without guilt,
to get your reward of pleasure...
by offering me that intense desire
with inviting eyes of deception,
and harming me with intention!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
I need you to look me right in the eye
Tell me the truth from the heart and don’t try to lie
Give me the respect I deserve and don’t look away
If I don’t hear the answers I want then Ill be on my way
I just need an acknowledgement but don’t tell me a story that’s bizarre
How can we trust each other if we don’t know the truth of who we are
Give me an explanation of what happened, a reason for what you did
Tell me the whole story so we can some how just close the lid
Don’t exaggerate it just the facts where when how and why
Let this be part of our past so we can wave it goodbye
I just need an acknowledgement but don’t tell me a story that’s bizarre
How can we trust each other if we don’t know the truth of who we are
You hesitate because you don’t know how I’ll react or what I will do
If you’re forth coming to me then your soul will once again be true
Understand God is watching you from heaven above
Be honest with me and yourself and I’ll forgive you and you’ll have my love
I just need an acknowledgement but don’t tell me a story that’s bizarre
How can we trust each other if we don’t know the truth of who we are
I keep getting holes in my shoes,
and even though I look at reality and shake:
I tell myself that changes are quickly coming
to stop me from wishing;
and what I learn from every mistake...
gives me a chance I can't lose!
There's no perfection instilled in us,
we'll be tempted and will fall,
but not all will rise to face the new tomorrow;
its a hurdle to make life dull,
and if we are strong enough...
lady luck will smile to make amends before long!
I keep getting holes in my shoes,
and be ridiculed for trying something new;
before I took a step back,
and did I have a terrible set-back?
I lost many friends, and the truest one knew:
that persistence wasn't the reason for my blues!
Just before yesterday I saw those old friends,
and they smiled...as if nothing ever happened;
and to my surprise, they shake my hand
and truly wished me well with a friendly voice!
Look! It was worth getting holes in my shoes,
taking a step forward without feeling any bruise!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
You left me, oh so, long ago
my baby, my only child
before I wanted to let go
you'd said your first good bye.
For you had so much work to do
you needed space to grow,
and surely could not do so
with a fretting mother in tow.
My son you walk beside me now
rejoined, grown up, a man,
trying to explain to me,
you're doing the best you can.
You didn’t mean to cause me pain
such anxiety and fear
all of those small good byes
were just meant to get you here.
The whole world we gave to you
and it took a quite awhile
to see the sights and sounds
around to, wander and compile.
Now, you are searching for a wife
hope one day to have a child,
and as you walk beside me
we ponder your learning style.
How each of us has our own path
which parents can’t walk for them.
How children grow to be men
that’s what good byes were for then.
Contest: The Second Hand Emotion
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
*Love of a child....emotions sadness /anxiety
Was he a great father,
like the others were?
Should I indefinitely hate him,
and still despise his arrogance...
when I asked for understanding?
I saw less and less of that father figure,
as he occupied himself with wrongdoings,
neglecting a child's feelings...
His blood still runs through my veins,
and this undeniable truth is the intruder
that should make me aware of his faults:
when temptation surpasses judgement,
and silence is a dreadful deceiver...
to keep everything to myself,
and subside any sublime emotion about to rise,
which any good soul should be able to express!
Father, you are dead...buried for decades
into the family's well-kept chapel;
all that is missing is the sight of an angel,
and my presence to mourn your death!
How can you justify yourself,
if the grave won't allow anyone to speak?
Before death carried you to a different place,
where all senses cease to induce a long sleep,
none other than certitude afflicted me
more than a condemnation so cruel
from an endless God of mercy!
If Hell is only for the wicked ones,
and Heaven is only for the good ones;
why do we need a Judgement Day?
Let my opinion be so controversial,
to oppose a doctrine that's so universal!
His blood still runs through my veins,
and these genes are a reflection of what he was alike;
and to repress my gender and be ashamed of him,
would be wrong and dishonorable on my part!