"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."

Tuesday, May 16, 1995

From Charm To Harm

You're running your fingers through my hair.
It's at times like these that I'm aware.
I feel warm all around
in this love that I've found.

You're making me feel so loved and wanted;
chasing away spirits in a world once haunted.
If you would only do it more!
It's time like these that I live for!


Whether it is seldom or not,
I'm thankful for what I've got.
My well-being depends on your smile.
I'm only happy when it stays for a while.

I'd do anything in the world for you.
I feel my love for you all through.
I'm waiting for you to come to me,
so I can show you what can be.

I long to be held in your arms
to feel the intense affect of your charms.

I question what is real and what is true.
I question if my love is stronger for you.

I torture myself to give you the benefit of the doubt.
I sense I'd rather not find out.
I wonder if you feel the same for me;

if you see the things in us, I see.

I have to question your care,
since your running your fingers through her hair.

May 16, 1995

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