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D.Lester Young
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since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-07-06 02:19 PM

Why is their so much hate in love?
That strikes terror in a raised fist
In words that scream passion for abuse
Leaving blood stains that dry inside

Scars that cut so deep
You exist as someone else
Taking an identity of a slave in bondage

So special of a relationship
That the ring that binds two
Is the noose that hangs the other

A flower so small it should not matter
For it is so insignificant
Almost a weed in its thorns
Yet it is cultivated and pruned
Its thorns are sharpened like razor blades

Awaiting the prick that it will slay with
Putting them to sleep in a hallucinogenic maze
Of their own undoing
Sending them into an imprisonment of reruns

The nightmare face of abuse
Its image is mirrored in them
In the screams that chills the insides
Caught almost like in a spider web

Sucking their life’s purpose out in large doses
Leaving little else but morphine needs
For the pain now is in the other corner
For the addiction is for the prick
Of a cognizant conscious

So the thorns that created the spell
Were once worn by someone else
Who suffered for the hands of all humanity
And whose tears now addict us in faith

The venom He has created has spread like wildfires
In the winds of time creating wildflowers
On barren terrain He has created sunflowers
That lives in the wide open spaces in such sunburn
That its intensity is a blistering windburn
Creating His magic kingdom of windflower fireflies

So the abused now champions the master
For the noose has shifted tides
So in faith you have create your garden
As two reunify in the faith of one
And the thorns no longer needs the pricks
For the rose garden has gone full circle
In the aromatic flagrance of His love
Blossoming all over the universe

Thought: This is written for those special flowers that live in abusive terrains, that they be cultivated in the love and tender care within the nourishment of a self made paradise.

Added Thought: If the abused could receive the same treatment but ten times over. Then the reality of changing would drive them around to realize what they were doing.

D.Lester Young (07/06/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012

Krishankins

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since 2002-06-23

Posts 972
Texas

1 posted 2002-07-06 02:34 PM

So true! So true! I like the reality of this one!!!!

Krishankins

A bird never flies so high that it can't hit the ground

Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

2 posted 2002-07-06 02:55 PM

this was definetely has something raw added to it.
Loved this one muchly, Sir.

I will not bend to the cowardice of a silent judgement.

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

3 posted 2002-07-06 03:50 PM

D.Lester Young
Alot to think about, enjoyed the read.

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

4 posted 2002-07-06 03:53 PM

D. Lester

Some deep thoughts, interesting to read...thank you.

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