"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Saturday, April 08, 1989

Eternal Sunset

Alone in a sunset, reading the sky;
Salmon waves fall to my eye.
No meaning does it have, however,
because the sky goes on forever.

With you in a sunset, looking above;
Life ripens into peace with the grace of a dove.
Your arms around me; keeping me warm;
Nothing now could do me harm.

Coral shading of the overhead view;
like my heart when I met you.
It shadows the sun as my heart did alike,
and the rosy dusk welcomes the night.

The clouds bulge beyond the sky,
covering the sun as they're drifting by.
Your love blanketed my heart
and I was in love straight from the start.

The beaming rays fall ever so gently
chasing away all that lies violently;
causing a light to dance on the water;
gradually cooling while growing hotter.

A sudden gust of wind blows a breeze,
delicately rocking all of the trees.
All above colors blending together;
truly, our love is this glorious weather.

As the sun fades away and dark grows near,
my heart beats slowly and I tend to fear,
that our love might slip like the eternal sun,
and leave me alone again as one.

April 8, 1989

Friday, April 07, 1989

Burning Desire

Listen to my eyes. Tell me, what do you see?
A montaneous plain or dehydrated sea;
Creeping footsteps or a stomping spider;
A flaming heart or a burning desire.

Stare through my ears, tell me what do you hear?
A thirst-quenching cupcake or chewy root beer;
A loud key of silence or a muted sigh;
A flaming heart or a burning desire.

When I see you, I hear what I smell.
When I hear you, I taste what I see.
When I taste you, I see what I feel.
This burning desire can't be real.

Breathe in my essence. What do you smell?
A steaming rotten heaven or paradisical hell;
A defunct life form or breathing form of death;
A dramatic improv or comic Macbeth?

Taste my fingers, what can you feel?
Is this agonizing pain for real?

I sought your heart with a guiding light;
My eyes droned by your tearful sight.

Never I thought I would die so slow.
Give me one thought,
and never let go...

April 7, 1989

Wednesday, April 05, 1989

My Corner

Trapped in a corner with nothing to do--
No move to make to get closer to you;
My head falls forward. A tear trickles down,
and I realize there's just no way out.

Later, a party--everyone's there;
I sit in a corner and at you I stare.
Everyone else is dancing and prancing.
Here I sit, in a corner, just glancing.

Alone again, I stretch on my bed.
Pulling my hair out; considering death;
Holding back tears; biting my lip;
praying no further we can slip;

The party is roaring. They're having a blast.
My wound is not healing. This gash has no cast.
I slouch in a corner. What can I do?
I wish for the strength to approach you.


By now, alone, your picture is plastered to me.
Looking at you, I see all that can be.
Visions inside appear very deep
of your thoughtful words resting my weep.

A girl in the distance notices you too,
only she has the strength to go up to you.
Off she goes and you join her gladly,
while in my corner, I sit here sadly.

Alas, a ring on my telephone dear,
and it's your voice I've been longing to hear.
As you speak, I find you called to see
if she was on the other line with me.

The music gets quiet. The faces fade away.
As I leave my corner of the party today,
the tears break through. I can't help but choke;
convincing myself that it's all a joke.

My line was open so it couldn't be,
so you're done talking on the phone with me.
"Oh yeah," you ask "what're you up to?"
Dumb question! Just thinking of you!

I continuously try to forget about you and her,
but I always end up here in my corner.

April 5, 1989

Tuesday, April 04, 1989

Endless Mile










Surrounding me, a million souls;
They're prancing all around me.
I feel they're on a pedestal,
sitting pretty fancy.

One by one, they pair up,
through the course of life,
while, one by one, they stab me
with the same dull knife.

The soul I reach out to grab
comes close,
then drifts away silently,
and my emotions collide inside,
ever so violently.

By now,
the souls are in high spirits,
each with a smile;

While my frown sits frozen,
and I turn to walk a
lonely,
endless
mile.


April 4, 1989

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