"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."

Wednesday, December 09, 1992

Listen, Hear...

Chaos,
thus,
she speaks.

Words soaring;
meaning escaping--
permeating their skin;
held together by nothing within.

Connotation, oozing through the crannies,
created by ignorance;
Letters sounded; pieced together,
yet incomplete puzzle;
repelling nature;

Could delineate hazy scene;
could explain, describe, and mean,
yet he knows all!
He is a wall!
Rebounding ideas; refusing reality;
assuming he knows.

Avoidance;
Energy wasted.
Nothing gained.

His sore ears;
Her sore throat;

He 'listened.'

Chaos...

December 9, 1992

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