"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, February 28, 1996

The Movie In My Mind










I sometimes remember people and places;
things that happened with familiar faces,
and I see this movie in my mind;
if only a screening I could find!

I see entire scenes replayed,
happening the exact same way.
I see credits at the start
with my friends and family playing the parts.

I listen to a favorite song,
and it helps the memories flow along.
I see each face smiling at the lens
to help their printed name make sense.

I play a soundtrack in my mind,
and know which song to play which time;
which time would accent which emotions;
how to put my picture in motion.

Oh, how I wish I could put it together
to make people understand me better;
make it come to life on tape,
so I could give it form and shape.

I'd like to project what's in my head
for the world before I'm dead.
Hopefully, I will find a way,
and watch my movie on screen someday.

March 28, 1996