"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, March 01, 1996

Okay

Okay to be disappointed with;
okay to disagree with;
okay to warn;
okay to want more for;
okay to see it another way;
okay to not have the means to help;
okay to not approve;
okay to think whatever you want,

but,

there is a time and place,
and you don't spit in your child's face.
Give support when it is needed.
Don't rub it in; spread it; feed it.
That's all I've ever asked of you.
At least I take the time to try and see your view.
Constantly, ram down my throat how selfish I am,
but the lamb is taught by the ewe and the ram.

If just once you'd make us feel that we could come
to you when we're coming undone.
Instead, you want to make us run
so far, the other way.
Guess it's been brewing night and day.

Physical distance makes it hard, but it won't be the murderer.
The gap you've created between us will go much further.

You see it how you want to see it.
You ignore the attempts I have made.
Well, now we'll have to be distant
from many miles away.

March 1, 1996

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