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It took two and a half years for me to find my voice. To know I needed to tell the story. To stop the pain from happening once more. How sometimes in life you lose because you have no choice. I needed to be heard. I knew I could find the words. Didn't want no one else to ever have to stand in my place. To feel as if they have no face. To look at the closed doors. Not human anymore. Just a number.

Walked down the hall so very proud, walking tall. Wanting to clear the air to have my say. I would speak them out loud. I would make the world care. To make the change where no one would ever know how I felt. To have no control over my life. You wielded your position like a knife. Now its my turn. I hope the world will listen and learn.

Opened the door to enter and what did I see. There were many there just like me. Wish I could say just a few. I found out I was one of thousands that already knew. How can an injustice live so long? I can tell you how. When you have no face they don't have to look at you. Your just a number not human anymore. It's not a matter if your right or wrong. To not look is how they remain so strong.

My number is very far down the line. Just another faceless number waiting in time. Frustrated angry tears fall down my cheek. You can't silence me I am going to speak. I'll leave you to go on your way. I'm just starting I am not ready to stop. If I can I will make it to the top. Just a number among many. Voices that need a say. There needs to be a change. And my voice will not be going away.

walking my dog
looking across
and over mountains
a breath taking view
i began patting
my dogs head
one sadness
overwhelming tears
feeling so lonely
loosing my
best friend
just gave the dog
a great big hug

sweet sadness
carried on a fresh breeze
feeling the yawning
in the silence of grief
sweeping inside
holding out the key
standing thinking
of one beautiful rose
blushing angels
sparkling thoughts

sharing spring time
sheep lambing
listening to the bleats
of the baby lambs
my eyes they spot
a bunch of primroses
plucking one
gently putting
it to my nose

pictures flashed
in this mind
i began smiling
looking at such love
a dream in the soft
gentle fragrance
scenting such beauty
floating spring breeze

tear drops fall
smiling deeply
i never stop loving
until the end
i deserve to be happy
listening to birds
softly singing a sweet song
blowing in
a mountain breeze

tasting spring
floating upon air
oh how i await
that gentle dream beauty
who softy sweeps
over this ocean
on wings
of an angel

She is frightened when the poem is done.
The poem whose scrawled yellow pages
have filled her heart for so long
is snatched away.

And the hole in her heart echoes
like a garbage can
thrown against a courtyard
in the city.

She writes to fill that hole
whose quicksand edges
eat her heart out from the muddy center,
and when they take away her pages,
her stuffing, her asbestos insulation,
she rattles
like a palsied hand
sticking out a silver spoon
for sugar.

The poem-in-progress
was the mattress of a bed
where her past made love
to her future,
where her mother hugged her father,
where all the apparitions of the dead
slept like babies
after milk laden bottles.

She has no choice- she will begin again
Her loneliness: the ink of her pen.


~SAS~

Once upon a time all,I do have fallen by blink....
I was so pimply looks,she all cute one all think.
But i was all by fear,as she loves to stare me....
And one she also fallen,although by to know us as we.

But as most of tale have,each one have thin ears....
And one day she left all,no glimpse of,passed years.
For will she stay same,Greeted smiles,in my weeps.
And fate make us meet again,Only wish such i do keep....

Our love has endured its share of sorrows,
the foolish mistakes...the ache of regret.
We aimed our dreams toward each bright tomorrow,
vowing forever, to never forget.

With each anguished tear we have shed for love,
we have grown and changed in such diverse ways.
Time doles truths we have long been afraid of,
while love succumbs to the old, worn cliches.

The years have well proved what we always knew;
I live in your heart, as you live in mine.
Wherever you go, whatever you do,
this love will not fade with the trials of time.

The past will not steal our dreams as before...
We forgive, we let go...we love all the more!

I grapple upon the slippery slope.
My frenzied eyes pleading for a rope.
My soul has died and thus my hope.
I'm slowly sliding from the icy slope.

The icy glare is also in her eyes.
Not a thread of mercy to idolize.
The gold haired beauty runs away.
I know her well this last painful day.

Now perpetually falling, gently turning.
My fate certain as is my yearning.
Why did I love her and speak it?
Now I think as my heart she breaks it.

Through the cold air I gently glide,
While I await my imminent collide.
What to have differed now with thought?
The epiphany is if I could I would not!

I know my fate is to be without you,
Have my tormented heart break in two.
My cruel empty soul's inability to cope,
Yearns for... the plateau above the slope.

lost within space
searching seeking answers
an angel
inside the mind
begins rocking
back and forth

deep waves
caressing the ocean
feelings touching sands
softly burying
ever so deeply
inside emotions
swell up
in tears

waterfalls on
a sweet angel
such beauty
never dies
teardrops precious
jewels of love

crystal pearls
scorching down
upon the face
sweet destiny
i cried
a lonely soul
this moon lit night
searching for you

Standing before you naked..
Exposed both physically and emotionally,
yearning to discover your thoughts and
desires that ignite the fires of passion
in that vulnerable soul of yours....

What could have happened to this wonderful man?...
His soul transformed by love's past?..
One who strives for purity and truth in a woman.
If I were to ask you about the woman you seek,
how would you describe her?

I know you could give me a syllabus of your dreams...
I need to know ....
I have to know ...
I truly want to know...
I want to be that woman...

You know about love, just as I do.
I've never have been so truly vulnerable to a man such as you.
You kill me with your words...
You have rescued me from grief,
as I believe God has put an angel on this Earth just for me..
To lose such a feeling would be death itself,
Real loss only occurs when we lose something
you love more than yourself.. .
Have you dared to love anything that much?...

You never roam far from my thoughts or dreams.
I see you standing before me with transparent eyes...
Arms open, beckoning me to float closer toward the dream before me...
I see you now, visible and beautiful ....
By your side I am whole..

You've been gone for four years come this July,
and it's like you have never left.
I think that's because every time I look in the mirror,
I see you.

Dad, you used to laugh at me,
and say you just wait, John.
When I have passed through the threshold,
I will still be there smiling at you,
every time a reflection crosses your way.

Well Dad, every time I think of you,
I think of all the advice you have given me.
And without all that wisdom,
I don't think I would have been able to bring up all four of my children myself,
without thinking of something you had said to me at one time or another.

I wonder if you read in heaven,
I know I always have this picture of you sitting in the living room.
You with a book up to you in front of the living room window,
and smoking cigarette after cigarette :)
And drinking all your coffee.

Remember all those nights I would come over to watch TV with you,
and we would keep each other company
as Mom was sleeping and Dayna was sleeping,
as she had to get up earlier for work than me?

You and those John Wayne movies, and Clint Eastwood.
Oh yeah, and I really liked romance movies much better.
But since you were such a John Wayne fan,
I never spoke of other movies that I liked :)

Well, when you had alzheimers,
I knew it as the laughing and jumping at your favorite scenes seemed to stop,
and your answers were like you were alone.
But, Dad, I was always there for you,
even when you didn't think I was.

Mom will be there pretty soon,
so you better straighten up if you're not :)
Yes Dad, I'm an ordained minister now.
I know that you didn't believe in God,
but a great creator of everything,
but I know you would be proud.


Love,
Your son, John


PS: I still will pay you back that last payment on the Bradley GT...just have some patience :) Hahaha

I can still feel your touch caress my skin
Memories trapped in picture frames, the taste of your lips
I thought I could leave this love we had far behind
But the remains of what we use to be are sewn into my mind
As I try to bury all this hurt somewhere deep and softly away
By nailing a broken splintered cross into my heart shape grave
Yesterday was just a dream that I let slip away
Today I hide behind this camouflage beneath my self inflicted pain
If it hurts to love than you could not hate me enough
Tearing through its innocence until nothing is left but dust
To give someone so much emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies then wrap it up with promises
But for what its worth I am grateful to have seen the smile of your face
And so I thank you for always reminding me why I just stay away

~ JJF~