"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, July 06, 1994

Solo Flight












My heart charters new territory,
Since there's been you.
Things used to seem so vital.
I didn't have a clue.

You're a part of me internally.
The things that make me, me
are the things that you see;
the things you live for;

the things you endure.

Your support just blows my mind.
A life's partner's just so hard to find,
but you're real.
You, I feel;
both physically and emotionally.
You're so caring in your devotion to me.

Things I'd never do, but I long to--
I get that needed inspiration through you.
Your encouragement gives me that shove--
that one that lets me know it's love.

I am flying right now,
but you are my wings.
It's with you
the songbird sings.

When I land,
I plan
to take your hand;
make you understand
I love
our love.

July 6, 1994

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