"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."

Sunday, June 05, 1994

Pathetic

There's nothing worse than losing love.
It's like I'm missing the left glove.
I can't enjoy the soothing heat
because I'm somehow incomplete.

I need to tell you how I feel.
I don't think I'll ever heal.

I miss you asking if I'm okay.
I miss you asking about my day.
I miss the spots you'd lead me to,
and sharing everything with you.

I miss thinking about, how later I'll tell you,
about a situation as I'm going through it.
I miss talking about worldly news,
and all your paranoid, conspiracy views.

I hate sounding like a pathetic baby,
but I can't help it. I'm just crazy!
I miss you because of all you intend.
I miss you because you're my best friend.

June 5, 1994

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 11:23 AM

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