"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."

Monday, January 24, 1994

Sunny Side Down










Dealing with you is such a task!
You're much more fun when you wear a mask.
Couldn't you smile?
Just for a while?
That they all like;
not your warped mind.

Twisting every aspect
into a depression prospect;
no matter what it is,
you overanalyze it.

You've turned molehills into mountains
so many times that I've stopped counting.
So serious! Everything is so serious!
Take everything that way, and you'll end up delerious!

I'm starting to hate you for your constant down moods.
All you're doing is helping trouble brew.
Try to live on a brighter note.
Try to keep your boat afloat.

Stop worrying about things so intensely.
Try to live a little more contently.
I hope your image is growing clearer
as I speak into the mirror.

January 24, 1994

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 12:18 PM

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