"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."

Thursday, April 07, 1994

Heart Of Gold

Heart of gold--
that's what he has;
24-karat, solid
glittering mass;

Heart of gold
reaching out;
realizing too late
what love's about;

Heart of gold
breaking inside;
trying to move on;
trying not to cry;

Heart of gold
bleeding;
Heart of gold;
needing;

Heart of gold,
Sorry I can't be
your heart's companion.
It's just not me.

Heart of gold,
know I tried.
In spite of hurt,
I never lied.

Heart of gold
beating for me,
someday you'll see
I'm not what you make me out to be.

Heart of gold,
you've done so much.
I thank you for
each word; each touch.

Heart of gold,
I pray for your smile.
I hope it comes
after a while.

Heart of gold,
stay pure.
Someday you'll find
what you're looking for.

Heart of gold,
I hold you close.
You always were
a precious rose.

April 7, 1994

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 10:25 AM

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