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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
How many people remember, their first fishing trip, their first concert, their first love, their first kiss? How many people remember, the first hand, coming down upon them like a burning lightning bolt to strike deep into the heart branded never to be forgotten? The first hand of too many to infest the mind with memories whose imprint is implanted within every sting recorded, as its damages relationships beyond bruised healing. Words stinging from those superior. Remember the taunting of youth being new to the area, being a high achiever, dreaming to be popular, faulted by others jealous denial of understanding. Abuse has many faces which disgusts humanity hiding within so many claiming to be alright, those that bear the weight of the first hand raising their first hand upon an innocent child, a delicate loved one, a defenseless one, reenacting the menacing cycle. What can I do? Except create the words that makes the first hand wrap itself around love, instead of instant hate, most of all, think before striking for all time. Thought: I was banned from writing at work at lunchtime, except in my car. This was because I wrote a poem about abuse, having heard it from someone who had to much pain inside to bear. I have never suffered from abuse, except by those that see me as different and unwilling to conform to their ideas. The poem, I wrote away from work that got me analyzed, failed for some in the workplace seen it as disgusting without reading the whole content. I never distributed it at work for that reason, knowing how grown people can react. They seen me as a monster which I hope my words will soon eradicate, for poetry should be about beauty and understanding, even if the subject is dark and may disturb someone. So fault me for believing words can make a difference and that no one should fear them. For if they come from the heart and create debate that creates music rather than hate then my grave will smile. Free the writer in me and never ban my ability to create freely in an American sky. I pray we always hear the songs flying within others, creating magic inside us, then casting a spell upon them of friendship and understanding.. D.Lester Young Somewhere in America not on company time 10/07/03 |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
this is full of so much truth. People need to read this. Awesome write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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John B Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 68Texas, USA |
you are an icon. |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
This is true.Maybe if there were more openminded people in this world it would be something easier for the victims to come to terms with and overcome.I agree all should read this. Crystal |
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