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Dylan Carston was a well-off young man,
thanks to a large and health trust fund,
his father was a true Wall Street ace
and had been quite generous to his sons.
Dylan had set himself up in Miami
after years spent getting his MBA,
he did consulting four days every week,
the other three he did like to play.
He’d partied with friends at all the bars,
and had his share of hot one-night stands,
not yet had he thought of a wife and kids,
he was enjoying the life of a young man.
One Saturday as he walked down the beach
to get exercise and breath the sea air,
he stumbled upon a frantic woman
calling for him to go over there.
As he drew near he saw down in the sand
a young woman who’s face had gone blue,
he could see no lifeguard near where they were,
but fortunately he knew what to do.
He found no pulse when he listened close,
and placed two hands high on her left breast,
with hard compression he began CPR,
pumping furiously at her chest.
Every so often he placed his mouth on hers
and forced oxygen deep into her lungs,
the other woman ran off to find more help
while Dylan continued the rhythmic pump.
Finally after three desperate minutes
a gurgled rasp echoed up from her throat,
life returned to her, the blue fading out,
though her eyes still knew not where to go.
Moments later he heard the rush of feat,
the lifeguard and the woman had returned,
Dylan gestured to where the girl lay,
“I brought her back, now I think it’s your turn.”
The lifeguard thanked him for taking action,
then knelt down slowly at the victim’s side,
ambulances came, reports were fill out,
when Dylan left three hours had gone by.
He felt good about saving the woman’s life,
it was a moment he would not forget,
congratulations came in, on top of that
the lifeguards sent him a certificate.
Three weeks went by and Dylan returned to
the safe routines of the everyday world,
and bit by bit his thoughts turned away
from the near death of that helpless girl.
So it was with a great deal of surprise
when a process server told him these words:
“Dylan Carston, you’re being sued for assault,
you can consider yourself dully served.”
Dylan’s mind whirled at the accusation,
he had no idea how this could be true?
Had some ex regretted their time and cried ‘rape,’
were they evil enough to go down that route?
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Today’s the day they bury the woman who birthed me.
Not my mother.
There is no sadness in my thoughts.
No tugging at the heart.
The tender bond between a mother and daughter we did not share.
She was merely a woman in the world of billions who chose life over abortion only to give me torment and agony during the life we breathed in air together.
I will not miss her. I will not cry over her. I will not give credit to her.
This woman never loved me. Never consoled me. Never gave me the warm hugs a little girl needs to have. Never kissed my forehead in loving affection. Or told me I was beautiful inside and out.
She never encouraged my dreams, my goals, my aspirations.
She never instilled confidence that every little girl needs to survive in this cruel world.
She never taught me the essentials of being a woman as I emerged into one.
She never said, “I love you” gently into my ears.
She didn’t protect me from the devil, who night after night, raped and tortured me.
I was the enemy. The one who invaded her sacred vow to my father. The other woman I will always be. Not the daughter she was blessed with.
I clawed my way out of the hole she so viciously threw me down in. I let go of the victim and embraced the survivor.
She can never hurt me again. Never pour salt in the wound. Never hurt my daughter as she wounded me.
Somehow I was given the grace to shower my daughter with love and affection. I pour my love all over her. I console her when she is sad. I embrace her with hugs. I kiss her forehead with loving affection. I tell her how brilliant and beautiful she is inside and out.
I encourage her dreams and goals in life and push her towards her aspirations.
I have made sure she has confidence that will get her through challenges in her life.
I have taught her how blessed she is to be the young, emerging woman she is becoming. I have taught her to embrace her body, her mind, her soul.
I tell her every day how much I love and adore her and how much I am blessed she is mine to keep.
I protect her. But also allow her to fall so she can learn to pick herself up.
I let her know she is my everything and my life with her is an adventure.
I am blessed beyond all treasures.
I am nothing like the woman who birthed me. We only share DNA.
I will forever be a motherless daughter. But I will not be a daughterless mother.
Form:
...He looked around frantic as he struggled to breath.
“It’s all happening at once, I just can’t believe…
I know that they are all waiting, will want to record,
but right now it doesn’t seem so simple any more,
with all my family’s been saying…don’t know what to do,
and I’d hate if all this took me away from you!”
She stroked his hand and said,”Jack, you have to relax,
you have the chance to make music, that is a fact.
You tell me it’s what you want, so I think you should sign,
and not pass this up waiting for a better time.”
He said,”But if we go on tour, you know what that means?"
She said,”I know, but I’d never impede your drams.”
So Jack left with the band, and it was bittersweet,
they soon cracked the Top 40, which was no little feat.
Black Jack and The Shirkers would soon go platinum,
known for hypnotic hooks and songs of drink and fun.
Jack was modest at first, but soon embraced the fame,
all the parties and groupies who sere so far from tame…
Yes, the albums and the riches piled up in droves,
there was no sort of indulgence he did not know,
he had a big mansion, he drove fancy sport cars,
no one could image he’d ever go this far.
But as his twenties rolled on he soon started to see
deep within him a cold, growing despondency.
It started as a trickle, a fatigue he couldn’t shed,
them slowly grew until it filled up most of his head,
the gnawing sense that all of this was just skin deep,
before long it made it hard for Jack even to sleep.
The shrinks couldn’t help him, the gurus just annoyed,
so he thought back to the last time he’d felt real joy.
He realized it was that last night that he had seen Kay,
about no other woman had he felt that way,
for all of the drama he’d had his senior year
he remembered how with here there had been no fear,
just a quiet acceptance, she’d listened and cared,
and that was how Jay found himself going back there.
He was twenty-seven, eight whole years had gone past,
and he knew it was crazy, but he had to ask,
had to see for himself if some small spark remained,
if she could still see the real him through the trappings of fame.
It wasn’t all that hard to find her new address,
so he worked up his courage, and put on his best...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
(A white space. One door is labelled ''arrive'' another ''depart'' a white bed in the centre labelled ''stay''. In the bed are two women sleeping back to back, with the sheet pulled up high. A woman enters dressed semi-formally looking dazed and confused, she looks around baffled.)
Eliza: Hello, hello? My God, where am I? It''s so white, I''m so...
(A girl in the bed sits up, looks at her, frustrated at her sleep being interrupted)
Missy: You''re sooo dead.
(The other woman sits up, wearily rubs her eyes)
Martha : Missy we''ve talked about this. We let them down lightly. You mustn''t shock them like that
(She climbs out of bed, dressed in 1940''s clothing)
Martha: Nice to meet you, I''m Martha, and this delightful young thing is Missy. You are...
Eliza: Eliza. Look, where am I?
Missy : Purgatory, the ''afterlife'', heaven. Call it what you like. Honey...you''re dead.
(She steps out of bed, dressed in a school uniform, a short tie, a black mini skirt and a shirt only buttoned two thirds of the way, Eliza laughs nervously)
ELiza: No, no I don''t believe in the afterlife. When you''re dead you''re...
Missy: Dead! God..we''ve got another one on our hands Martha. You can deal with her.
Martha: Well, darling, what do you remember?
Eliza: I was in the car, with Nick, my husband, and ummm, oh, and in front of the car walked the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, a dear, all proud and tall and...
Missy: and BANG! You''re dead.
Eliza: No I must have just drifted off. This is all a dream. Isn''t it?
(She looks at Martha as if for reassurance. She receives only an apologetic look)
Eliza: Wow. Dead. That''s quite something.
(She sits on the bed)
It''s not...how I imagined. I mean, where is everyone? You must know.
Martha: You can''t know anything really. Not here. But after fifty years you begin to form ideas. I think the afterlife is separated into different rooms just like this. Every day women walk through here, weeping, confused, empty. I think this is the room where mourning mothers pass. Pushed through that door...drawn to that one. They rarely ever tell us their stories, but you can see it in their eyes you know? There''s something about a woman who has lost a child.
Eliza: Not really a woman at all.
Martha: Yes.
Form:
How much does it cost to say yes
how many teardrops… do you want to see flow
how many curses …do you want to hear
how many sunsets do u want to pass in regrets
how many sleepless nights should I have
how much torture should I persevere
before you understand my sorrow
Look into my eyes and see the fire in them
feel my heartbeat …..
No one else makes it beat this fast
listen to the language am speaking
how often do you hear
a man utter so many in understandable words
Tick tock time moves
just when I hope you will stop looking at him
with so much passion,
you even go further to kiss him more
how it used to hurt!
Now I try to make it fun
assumptions are what dominate my life
a kiss to his score sheet
become a tick on mine.
Just tell me what I have to do
so that you recognize me.
Is it the money that he gives…
world trips he takes you,
the posh car he bought you yesterday
title deed for the beach house
Or even better!!
the slaps he gives you in the middle of the night,
even better the other woman he has in your
house.
How inferior he sees you’
just one of his lady servants
he thinks of you
his expectations of you
to smile even if nothing is right?
Thoughts and thoughts have circulated my
mind tried to win a jackpot
am afraid that doesn’t happen to the needy.
Only one thought to solve this puzzle
the only thought that ends up in smiles
caddling each other
under the moon light
outside our hut of peace
the only thought
you disagree most with.
let him burst us.
You say “he will kill us”.
For you, I bet he will
make it snappy out of anger
that’s better you’ll be home early
prepare our sleeping place
for I know he will make
sure he kills every nerve
one by one that has my DNA
till his pain goes away
then and only then I will come home.
See baby,
a win- win situation his anger gone
and our souls will find happiness
yes if only you’d agree
just let go
let go of the materialistic you
listen to the joy of our jeering hearts
lets go home
Ive been decieved by my one true love
I was blind to his words of trechury
He went behind my back and layed with another woman
He decieved my heart
I thought i could trust him but now i feel i can trust no man
I did nothing to deserve this kind of heartbreak
Yet he did everything to break my heart
We cannot go back now
And honesty is not his policy
I feel like i am drowning in hiw web of lies
And all he is doing is making sure i sink
I feel weak now and the darkness is surrounding me
I can hear him laughing and enjoying my misery
He knew i wanted a life with him so he decided to kill me
He first started with my heart
He insulted me and my love for him
His words were like a slap in the face or a stab in the back
I did not know that love included such cruelty
An all i have ever asked of him
Was to treat me great and always be truthful
He has not done that
He has damaged my heart
And now i walk around with a dead soul
I feel the weight of this heartbreak all over my body
He hated every word that would come out of my mouth
So i quit talking
He hated my affection
So i left him alone
I love him and yet he cannot stand me
He lied, lies, and will lie to me
And that is how he killed me
In his eyes i was nothing but a neusance to him
He left me to wait on him too many times
I felt i had to wait on him
For i loved him and enjoyed him more than anything
But he did not care.....
He did not want me
Then he blinded me
I saw him and his other woman
Thats when it broke
It broke into many peices and it hurts
With every beat of my broken heart it hurts worse
I saw his arm around her
And how he walked her to his door
I saw them together on his presious couch
And his arm was around her again
He showed me his preference in that one moment
My natural reacotion was to slap him....
What else couls i do ?
At that moment i wanted him to feel the pain i was feeling and much more
He killed me and does not understand why or how he did
He does not understand that this is not love that he is showing me
Love does not hurt all the time
Love does not mean being unloyal
Love does not me lying or disrespect
Love does not mean cheating
His love is not true love
Form:
Why are you sitting by the phone
Looking out the window
Waiting for him to come home
Woman, why are you crying
Looking in his eyes
When you know he's lying
Said he was out all night with a friend
Said that he loved you
and he won't do it again
You lay down by his side
Fooling yourself saying he's got nothing to hide
He makes love to you with passion in his eyes
You can look in them and tell he's living a lie
He puts all his loving inside of you
He closes his eyes, like he always do
Cause that way you won't see the truth
That he's loving another instead of you
She's living in his head
He's making love to you
but thinking about her in your bed
Trying not to scream out her name
And you can feel it, it's a damn shame
He explodes inside of you
Don't look your way
rolls on his side like he always do
And your left feeling empty
and lonely inside
But you don't speak a word
You don't repeat what your eyes have heard
You start to cry
Because the truth is in his eyes
Woman what you gonna to do
When the truth is standing right in front of you
You can be a good wife
and live forever in his lies
Cook his dinner and raise his kids
Ignore that other woman like you always did
Calling your phone in the middle of the night
What's done in the dark will soon come to light
But my question to you
Woman, what you gonna do
You can be a good wife
and live forever in his lies
Let the years pass you by
With her by his side
Woman, what you gonna do
When all the memories catch up with you
And their living in your head
And you start to remember, all the things that he said
And they start to haunt you
As so many ghosts do
Woman, what you gonna do
With all these memories, inside of you
Will you be a good wife
and live forever in his lies
What you gonna do
When the truth is standing right in front of you
When she's having his baby
And he's standing in front of you
telling you she's his lady
And all the years you gave to him they are gone
And just like ten years ago
Your standing by that window all alone
I ask only one question of you
Woman
What you gonna do?
Here lately you have been telling me nothing but lies
but it is the truth that I can see in your eyes
you have found yourself another woman on the side
Which explains why you have not been coming straight home from work
which explains why you said harsh words to me that make me hurt
which explains why you have been accusing me of being the one that is doing dirt
Here lately you have started to act all funny
and I have noticed that you hardly have any money
you have been too busy giving "Ms. Thang" all of your money
Which explains why the bills have been getting behind
you have been too busy giving her a good time
Boyfriend, I think you have crossed the line!
Here lately you have been complaining about the way I wear my hair
you even went as far as to say that in my appearance it seemed that I did not care
you know making that statement was not very fair
Here lately you have been complaining about the kind of clothes that I wear
but I have to do the best that I can with the kind of clothes that I wear
you are making the money but you still will not buy me better looking clothes to
wear
I guess that compare to me she has the better style
and that just seems to drive you wild!
Boyfriend, you are just living so foul
If your other woman knew how much you dislike having to do hard work
and that it is always going to be her doing the hard work
she would leave your sorry behind in the dust!
If your other woman knew how much you dislike helping around the house
that you would rather be with your friends hanging out
then she would gladly put your behind out!
You have probably told her how you are such a good man
and how much your exes did you wrong in the end
but in all actuality that is not the real story that your exes are telling
Well, since you have made your decision to be with her
there is no sense in us going on any futher
but she best believe that she will not be the only woman
But before you leave take all of debts and bills with you
and take all of the shattered dreams and broken promises with you too
because I can do bad by myself, I do not need you!
Last night we made love but it wasn’t the same
I felt someone else is trying to stake claim
It didn’t seem to matter that the passion wasn’t there
It didn’t matter much at all and you didn’t seem to care.
I woke up early to plan a romantic day
There were so many things I wanted to say
So I brought out my teddy and the red heels too
A private dance was the plan and it’s all for you, Boo.
I went to the store with you on my mind
I bought chocolate strawberries and a little white wine
Then I went home to start on what I thought would be
The resolution I needed to keep you in love with me.
You called to say that you were running a little late
That call on this day, I did not anticipate
As I sat all alone at a dinner for two
I wondered if it was too late; had I already lost you?
I think about what I could have possibly done
Maybe I loved too weak...maybe I loved too strong
Tell me can she do all the things that I do for you?
Tell me can she make you feel the way I that do?
It’s midnight now and the food’s turned cold
The wine’s warm and bitter and this scene's getting old
I’ve made up my mind, I won’t even cry
I’ll go find the right one; I'll find the perfect guy.
I walked to the door and I didn’t look back
My mind’s made up and nothing’s throwing me off track
I opened the door to find him there on one knee
He held up a ring and he said this to me –
“I know that you think I’ve found someone new
Baby, no other woman can compare to you
I offer this ring and my heart once again
To you my lover, my wife and my friend.”
“I ask you for us and to trust me when I say
That I love you more and more with every passing day
I won’t go looking elsewhere for what I have at home
I need you to understand I’ll never leave you alone.”
The tears started to roll and I said to this man
As he slowly got up and put the ring in my hand
“Perfect is you, baby, perfect is me
Perfect is us; we fit perfectly
Perfection is guaranteed in every single way
Perfect in love is the way we will stay"
Form:
She was always meek and mild
Mannered… like a smile
Filling up the room with pleasure
Gentle faith and quiet joy
Inspiring hearts to listen to the One
Who speaks in the stillness
And lights up the entire heart
With beauty so alive
It pours hope through the soul
Silences the busyness
Colors the air in hues of brilliance
She whispered to the mind
Who echoed her delight
In creativity and revelation
Music in notes of appreciation
Kindness falls from her pores
As she faces the weary
Thoughts of despair, in prayer
For the grace to face
Every moment of bleakness
With mercy and thanksgiving
She calms the stormy emotions
Tones of warmth on the surface
Of cool, clear thoughts
A wandering imagination, expectations
Living amid the stardust hopes
Enchanting passions
With knees bent to pray
Leaving darkness and dread
Falling in the shadows
Penetrating the intimate rays
Of laughing sunshine
She delights in the truth
Welcomes the music of courage
Strengthening the composure
Of the heart who knows her
Sees her goodness, her godliness
Beauty mesmerizing, bright
Desires playing with the edges
With a caress, embracing
The details of her love, her praise
Her abundant, believing, faith
She is the hint of splendor
Amid the dead leaves in Autumn
Falling gracefully, lightly
Over a bed of wildflowers in vibrant
Rich blushes of lilac and rose
Healing hearts with tangerine dreams
And crimson ideas, themes
Born on the moments of Spring
Lifting away the dry, arid sarcasm
Of a Summer drought, the way
Some other woman might weep
When the Fall gives way to white peaks
Her heart and soul make me know
Love like this is beyond words
It is light and laughter and living
It is grace and glory and giving
It is the answer to a solemn prayer
It lifts the melancholy whispers
Of glossy tears, fears that come
From the heart who listens to worry
And never knows the certainty
God is there forever, eternally
Giving His love to those who know
He is the One we’re living for!