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By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
This child's heart knew only of the good.
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers.
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed
an innocence destroyed, for she felt cursed.
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene.
A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured.
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
My box of memories holds everything I have left of you. I keep it close cause its filled with
little pieces of each one of you. The things inside are little pieces of my heart folders, papers
and some of your art. When I open them it pulls on my heart and when I read them,
sometimes I fall apart. Sometimes tears fall from deep inside my heart, just remembering a
time from long ago. When your smile was always like my rainbow, painting beautiful colors
where ever you would go. But my rainbows colors faded long ago, its hard to see even the
faintest glow. Because it was washed away long ago.
Form:
everything you’ve said
whispers round to me
here now I sit
this warning is free
dead are my dreams
in your pretense of care
sweeping the misery
as you reek of despair
A fair weather friend
in the mirror narcissus
your lies pave roads
a consummate actress
I have begun to believe
ricin flows in your veins
everything you touch
weeps of black stains
all poison you leach
flows right back to me
and as I found out
I raged disbelief
a roaring rant
told them they lied
here as I weep
the truth will not die
to my face you smile
as fangs stroke my hair
coaxing and pleading
pretension webs there
a black widow spider
masked in mortal garb
the spear of your words
broke my skin like a barb
through the weather of life
in the course of the rain
I have measured my life
in the blood of the pain
A beaker of misery
I add to the pot
from friend to foe
this cant be forgot
I’ve come to tell you
you’ve been mistaken
for my spirit breathes
and is not forsaken
see I maybe down
but honey not out
you watch your back
when I come I wont shout
as the Chinese whispers
you’ve spread about me
in this river of hate
my agony is freed
revenge is served cold
is something I’ve heard
but the blood of a mongol
pumps the heart of this bird
so watch through the night
keep your ear to the dark
that scratch in the wall
carries more than a bark
from wretch to the wrath
I have now become
you killed all the light
in the heart of my sun
I lay upon a stranger's bed
The mattress hard and sharp
There is no comfort here tonight
My fear plays with the dread
My mind is frail; my thoughts are pale
I'd like to nail them down
My heart is pounding, time is gone
I feel my slow, slow breath
I wish I had the dreams of old
I wish I had the will to turn
I wish I had the hopes I held
As I lay upon this bed of cold
I wish I could embrace those hopes
As they twist and pace and burn
I wish I could remember them
I wish I heard their sweet, sweet songs
I'd hold their frozen hands in mine
I'd carry them along
Yeah, I'd carry them along
I'd kiss that frozen child of mine
And carry him along
I have regrets, but none so hard
As when I saw the light turn dark
As when I heard the lock again
When with his magic, brilliant pen
The doctor signed me in again
Sometimes fate is not so kind
It puts us back in time
It pulls us hard against ourselves
Like a siren in the rain
Like a muted siren fading
In the black, coughing rain
Now I feel the hand of time
It grips my mind, turns out the light
The room spins round with colors white
To stay awake you have to fight
They'll come for you if you don't fight
I lay upon this stranger’s bed
I lay without a plan
Perhaps I’ll find that I am me
Perhaps I’ll find that I can’t be
Perhaps I’ll never give a damn
Perhaps again the door will slam
There is no comfort here tonight
The room spins round; where is the light
I feel the creeping ice of night
Lay on my soul with fingers white
My breath is slow, my thoughts are frail
My heart is weak, my muscles fail
The siren fades into the night
And leaves another kind of light
He was found that morning, the peace of the day was shattered
Before the day had begun.
That call raped my virgin heart from its’ happy emotions.
Leaving behind an emotional scar.
As I walked down the church isle,
I knew in my broken heart this would be the last time I’d see him.
What a memory to have the rest of my life.
The reality of not being able to laugh and have fun set in,
Even the walls, ceilings, and floors mourned.
They were used to hearing us laugh casting echoes of laughter.
Now they were quiet like the rest of us.
The sound of clinking silverware and sniffling
was the only sound heard that holiday season.
When I visit my aunt, the living room’s quiet,
The sound of the ticking clocks break the awkward silence every time.
If it weren’t for the clocks, I’d go insane.
This is a walk I don’t want to remember but always will.
Seeing my uncle regret that bargain.
One never knows the events that’ll transpire,
in reality it wasn’t the bargain. He would’ve used whatever, it just happened to be that extension cord.
But that’s the weight of my uncle’s unhappiness,
it wasn’t my aunt getting onto him that day,
Nor the officer that gave him a ticket,
nor the fight his girlfriend picked that night. It wasn’t his brothers fault either
For not lending him some money nor mine for not spending the night and everything else. What if’s replaced
our joy.
“What if I’d stayed, would he have done that ?”
When a pebble’s cast into water, it doesn’t cast a one sided ripple casts ripples in every direction. I guess
that’s why we all blame ourselves.
When we walk into the living room it’s not his pictures that reminds us of what we lost, it’s that new piece of
sheetrock that’s brighter than the others. I guess my uncles regret never gave him the motivation to finish
the ceiling.
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Written in the perspective of a friend