I was mesmerized by his blonde hair and blue eyes
He was a teen idol in the fifties, where I lived
A teen heart throb, adored by most of us
When Damn Yankees came out, I was thrilled
He was innocent, enticed by big bad Gwen Verdon
Though I was a child, I wanted her to leave him alone
I felt he was mine. Loved seeing his photos in magazines.
He was in comedies and musicals, and good in both genres.
I feel I could melt looking into those blue eyes.
Tab Hunter, a gorgeous man, loved by most of us preteens.
Adored as much as we liked Frankie Avalon, maybe more adored.
I take a deep sigh as I remember his blue eyes and lovely smile.
Born broken into a world that isn't whole. Taking the remedies that are supposed to "glue your sanity", to your God forsaken soul. Went through groups to find comfort within, but the tools that were taught eventually were used towards your own destruction. Gaining new insights about yourself. Slowly coming to the delusion everything is OK, so just put the crazy on the shelf. That cycle has clearly not been treating you so well. You seem to be manifesting the childhood trauma you placed on that shelf. All of the setting aside is seeping and creating your own personal hell, one for only you to reside and dwell. I hope this time you can find a good seat, so you can take the time and make friends with your childhood misery. Encourage healing for your mind. Stop sticking things in places that one day you eventually find. Deal with the pain that's brewing inside. Your little girl will thank you and future you will smile from ear to ear.
the greenland shark can be seen around greenland
and the brain begins to slow at 24
my brain fully developed in primary school
but my face has yet to do so
toxins in the air juxtaposed with the fermi paradox
rivers of mercury and winston churchill's parrot
i want to move to monaco
where all the mitochondria gyrates
the school don't ask me to host the christmas party
they ask the long-legged wood elf of a pe teacher
but i'm teaching romanticism
and still want to join the circus
big hatted cat in a
hip city flat
remembering that
he was in a big
city
flat
not patient
like some other
dead cat
just not sure who's flat...or
why somebody else's
leaning over the balcony rail
looking across the
city
smoking a cigarette
shifting through too many
impressions
responding with
so little
effect
Frail humans we are and mistakes are made,
but there will be a time to pay
for pain inflicted on others.
Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above,
baggage like an albatross around our necks --
cast it aside.
Commit to offering kind words,
compassion to all,
bestowing brotherly love.
Make amends when possible
for harmful acts, even negative thoughts,
and promote harmony.
When we stand at heaven’s gate,
we’ll not be asked about material possessions,
but how much love we gave.
The prince and the pauper
will be judged as equals
when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest
Written September 8, 2011
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