"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, June 18, 1997

Little Lie












My feeble heart can take many things;
dictated love and pulling of my strings.
Although I'm overly sensitive, it's true,
I could take the emotional turmoil from you.

For once, I praised that you could let it go
after it happened. Even though,
you might still be angry; I might still be hurt;
we could love again that day; We'd just be alert.

Once, that was enough to make it alright,
no matter how I struggled through the night,

but when you come to me with a lie,
no matter how ingsignificant in size,
how can I respect you? How can I feel love
when your respect for me is a lack thereof!

What I've gone through to be sincere and true,
no matter how it might have left me blue!

Once you come to me with a lie,
no matter how insignificant in size,
you construct a ten foot wall
that makes it hard for me to love you at all.

Then, ice the cake with cold behavior.
I'm on my knees, begging for savior.

Don't ask me why I don't feel like you care.
Don't keep me around if you don't want me there.
You're feeding the distance. You're widening the gap.
My heart's crumbled pieces gather in my lap.

June 18, 1997

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know exactly how this feels, it's like my words to Jc and I wish that I could have said it like that as he would always ask "why do you think that I don't care about you?" and I wish that I had had this to give him the answer!! Jen

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