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For a Fatherless Son

All the way to the hospital
I felt  your eagerness for life,
Your Impatience 
between contractions
For the show to go on,
Months in the preparation
This was your debut,
A final push 
The curtains opened, 
And there in the spot light
A star was born,
Encore, 
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!
I boasted to a fervent audience
Took praise  for the choreography
(Though the moves were yours alone.)
You did not notice
 in the theater
The one empty seat 
That I could not fill,
The void that would grow
As your needs grew,
Ignorant of the absence 
you saw Past that darkness
to my beaming face.
learning your new steps
my praise was enough
but I would repeat it
 to fill the space, 
Now my leading man
the space is harder to hide,
that utter lack of attention, 
That first Christmas play 
And that damned empty seat 
not reserved
but rejected !
you played the part of yourself
my wise man
You did  not seem to mind.
And every mile stone you pass 
You look to me,
Your first words
Your first grazed knee
Your second performance
In the theater,
(just a small routine)
but there besides me
that damned lack 
looming 
like dark shadow over a full moon,
he should have been there then
to see your comeback,
your perfect production
As I held you with the strength 
of two.
Inquisitive now
You  question me
About the missing piece
in your jigsaw
puzzled  by the great blank
the incompleteness of the picture, 
If I could put it together 
for you,
if I had the answers,
If I could tell you why,
I am all I can offer 
And I am sorry for that,
I am sorry for these two hands
That should be four
I am sorry  I can not tell you  more,
I am sorry for the empty seat
That grows more obvious
That I can't remove or replace,
But I promise you this
There will be 
Only one vacant space,
I will love you,  utterly,
Unconditionally,
Wholeheartedly, 
I will love you
And at every performance
All the roles
You chose to play in life
I will be there
Proud, applauding twice.

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Concrete Man

Did they rip your heart?
Did they bleed it dry as stone?
Thud, thud, thud
It beats against the bone.
Even your tears were hallow,
Set against the ducts they never fell,
But your tongue lashed like a whip
You expressed yourself well.
Those years of grief you spewed in anger 
Until we were sick of it too,  
Concrete man
Solidified in heartache
What will move?
Move you?
The cracks are showing now,
What will be left of you but rubble?
A mountain I will never fathom,
Who did this to you?
Who
Leaked away the brightness
So not even the dreams shone through?
I had to get away, 
Every thing you touched
Was hurt, and hell?
I ran before I was too set in your ways,
One monument to sorrow is surly enough.
I wanted to break the mold
No more tough
Love, tough,
But even from this distance you throw your stones,
Determined to leave your mark, you wanabe medusa
I will not look that way,
I would rather bleed to death
Than harden and grow cold.

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Night Fall

When the night fell
Billions were injured
A million lonely hearts 
Crushed under debris of stars
A thousand loveless lovers 
Damaged by Saturn and Mars
Casualty’s wondered 
Scared and forlorn in dark
Cry’s muffled only by a blanket 
Of sky
Hearts were breaking 
Old wounds reopened form the impact 
Though not all were injured and distressed
Couples got together 
For the occasion
Exited and undressed
Feasting on the fireworks
Floating on the clouds
Bathing by the light 
Of the silvery moon
Until the day broke
And all to soon 
The sun rose
Given the new light on the situation
The dying recovered 
Their beds
Thankful night had passed
Patched up the wounds 
And silently dreaded 
Time moving to fast 
Because to the lonely and alone 
Every night 
Is like the sky falling in 
Stars are great company only if you have someone 
To catch them with
And the moon just another reminder 
That night has come 
And again out-stretched on my bed 
There is far to much room for one.

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Falling On Deaf Ears

Fragile from the start, 
Amazing I stood on my own two feet
I was younger, smaller, 
Female, weak,
And strength was never my strong point.

A mummy’s girl
Clingy, strange  
In a world gone mad.
Shy of my own voice
Whispering in a crowd of screams.

Quivered after the beatings, 
Never stood up and said ”no”
I would have run, but nowhere to go
And strength was never my strong point.

Only answered back when heads were turned,
Falling on deaf ears
My whispers 
I n a crowd of screams.

Id never amount to much,
Only had dreams’
And dreams are a burden
To the bully’s Flightless  
Under the weight of their own grief.

Strength was never my strong point, 
But here I am all the same 
Firm, unmovable,
And here I am, 
in that crowd of screams  
Little whispers got up
And began to sing.

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Forgiving Moon, Cruel Morning

This is my lunacy
All day I sit, sit, sit
In dark
Waiting for  some straying star
To indicate the night.
Oh cruel morning
Snatcher of dreams
You do not enlighten me
Must I always look 
upon myself
In such harsh light?
things are clearer 
black and white.
You cast shadows 
That loom about the day
Like an iron weight
Around my feet,
How can one feel complete
when half of me drags on the street
behind?
My spirited shadow
Whom nobody cares for
Walked all over
My shadow and I
Till the night sky
Elevates her to some wall
Or ceiling,
The moon is altogether softer
Healing the burns of day,
Forgiving moon
Who hears such horror
From the mares 
we  can’t keep at bay,
my lunacy then,
is  to sleep under your watchful eyes
until you slip away.

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I Am Through With Love

Tomorrow I will wake
Without the knot
And perpetual ache,
I will tidy all the corners of my brain
Littered
With loves thoughts and name,
And if love should shove me
I will play dumb,
I will say “I’m not from round here”
Give him no directions home
But send him round the houses
And feel happy on my own.
And if love should trip me
I’ll stand steady and not fall,
I will not take his number 
Or wait upon his call,
I will not get sick with longing
Or walk around on air
And if love should ask for me 
I’ll say I am not there.
I will change my name
And if needs be,
I will change my personality
So that
If love should Kiss me
Or turn up with a bunch of reasons 
Why he missed me,
I will nothing to keep them fresh in
And I’ll give a good impression 
Of a woman scorned.
If love should push me
I will put up a good fight
I will throw a million reasons
Why he’s wrong, and I am right,
And when the tug of love
Is won,
I’ll question everything I’ve done, 
And if love should touch me then
In all my weary sleepy places
After seeing all my faces, 
If love should touch me then
I would be a fool
To feel unmoved.

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Better To Have Loved

Little song in my heart
A tuneful melody,
Sings of love not lost 
But gone to somewhere else instead,
Sings not of our loss,
Or of the tears we shed,
But of a tiny light that shone
And guided us so well,
That grief feels inappropriate, 
It is praise we should give now.

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Say Nothing

As actions speak louder than words,
And words are seldom said these days
I watch strange bodies move 
See what they have to say
And catch the reflection of my own twisted shape
Bent and manipulated
By the weight Of a grief unspoken,
And silence is a hard habit to break
And silence is not golden
But dark and lightless
And silence has nothing to say
Ever,
I close like a clam
Rock shut 
Shut up, 
My  tongue  is like a caged animal,
Kept captive to long
It may never survive in the wild,
The beast could do some damage
Better to bite it  
And say ….

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The Unknown Prodigy

I am talented at something's,  
Breathing,
for example
comes naturally to me,
though talking sometimes an effort 
I'm fluent in my a b c,
I can  walk with one foot in front of the other, 
I can sit on my bottom
for hours on end,
I can cry when unhappy
and which is more 
if I'm losing an argument
I can pretend,
I can open both my eye at the same time,
I can close them together,
and if I look out the window, 
most mornings
I can predict the weather,
I can tie my own laces,
silence my farts
even blame the smell of them
on someone else's parts,
I can pick my nose
and hide the evidence with a turn of the head
and a flick of the hand,
I can fall over 
which is more 
YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS
I can land,
but of my many talents
the one of I which I am most proud
(besides my modesty and grace)
is my ability to blend in 
with the rest of the crazy human race.

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No Time For Bodily Functions

No time for bodily functions

Too much to be done the toilet must wait
Started to early wont finish till late,
My list of to do's goes on till next week
No time to listen and no time to speak,
A fully booked schedule chaotic and vast
No time to go slow to worn to go fast,
choc-a-block choc-a-block no time to let steam
No time to sleep and no time to dream,
No time for bodily functions
No wonder people think I'm full of  crap