"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."

Friday, June 02, 2000

I, Alone

You can't look out for me, as I do you.
You may start out, but can't carry it through.
To think, I fell in love with you for that--
the one person who would always love me back.

But, it all continues...
Expectations of me are high. Taking from me is with ease.
Yet, no one recognizes that I can't always play the lead.

No one can be that strong. I must be allowed to feel,
but some how everyone's decided that's not part of the deal.

Don't half-ass it. Just don't do it at all
because the bottom line is that you half-try and you fall!
Yet try, I have to, because I have to continue to do.
Yesterday; today; tomorrow; How dare I ask the same of you!?

I, alone;
it's been that way for years.
Little did I know,
those were preliminary tears!

I, alone;
it shall always be.
So, maybe, I, alone,
should involve only me!

June 2, 2000

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