"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, September 08, 1993

The Icy Flame










Amongst the smoke
in the night air,
as reality woke,
the stars were aware.

Boy met girl.
No real thought crossed minds;
No diamond; no pearl;
just a second in time.

He plays a role,
yet knows not the cast
because the toll
comes from his past.

He lives on stage.
The spotlight shines.
Performance or charade;
he knows his lines.

A second time,
he sits in the night.
He reads her rhyme.
She reads his eyes.

Hours pass.
They spend time.
Fragile as glass,
reality is crime.

The deeper they go
into each other's minds,
they begin to know
there's too many finds.

Time brings them together.
They feel the heat.
He'll die before guiding her.
He'll stand on two feet.

She is a mirror
reflecting the pain.
Together they fear
replaying a game.

Two people like one;
dangerous to sanity;
What shall become
of this mutual calamity?

Light one candle
for all of the smiles.
Don't try to bury
the tears and the trials.

The only path to take
is the unknown.
Trying to fake it
will only prolong.

September 8, 1993