Open Poetry #40 |
little boy & The Man |
outlawthunder Member
since 2007-04-10
Posts 67 |
little boy & The Man while walking the garden beautiful the tall man with beard and long-flowing robe chanced upon a little boy sitting on the ground looking into a place only the tall man would understand with a quiet sense of compassion and love the tall man sat next to the little boy both lost in the quiet that would develop when The Man and the boy happened upon one another there was something different this was a defining moment of something that cried out for something anything to come of it the cruelty the abuse the rape the killing of the boy sitting so quietly next to The Man little one said with scalding remnants of terror electrifying his every cell he had to go back there he had to go back to tell give them a message he had to show them the scars the cuts the forced points of entry from sharp blades to body parts never meant to be there in the most unholy of acts he had to go tell the people they had a chance all along to stop him the monster they had resources diversity signs ID kits police willing to help neighbors they had so much terror under their own noses all aimed at KIDS while the body public was so amusing itself at the body bags of soldiers coming home in pieces from Iraq and other places so terribly important to the freedom and liberty of cheap gas prices at the pump terror at home felt no sense of urgency sex-offenders drug-dealers gangs child abductors all came and went without notice until the next child got massacred by one of those types no one dared thing about little boy stood up and looked straight into the eyes of The Man and said with eyes full of tears anger a seething force of focus on this horrific event he looked at The Man and said look at your scars look at the scars of nails into your palms to hang you up like some ornament at the amusement park of depraved killers that hung you up like some joke for all to see how did you feel? how did you feel looking up asking why your dad had forsaken you? how did you swallow the horror knowing all the power you have all that majesty all that is who you are what you are why you are why all this made not one bit of difference in their merciless mocking murder of you what's the point? where's the punch line in knowing there is a rhyme or reason for it all when i have left is a body violated torn to shreds held down for such ferocious acts of murder piece by piece and you saw it all your father didn't stop you so this is the punchline? you don't stop it when we get it? i want to go down there and tell them they had their friggin chance to help us kids be safe and know love compassion giving honor duty service community family dignity safety service real love just one thing more you rolled your stone away in three days and were free to fly on you crazy diamond i am sitting here knowing my parents my friends are in hell forever from something too hellish for words i must take leave of this place and go to my rightful place to make it right if that ticks you off he said to The Man don't worry about telling me to go to hell...i'm already there right here oh don't worry about finding me as i know you know everything but if you really wonder enough to look listen to the wind blow it whistles through all the gaping holes torn with such force from all angles into my little six year old body little boy walked to the edge of the garden and took flight to make things right so other children would never have to ever face the horrors of those things so wrong courtesy of so many who didn't give a damn to make things so safe and right for all kids... OUTLAWTHUNDER |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
powful and emotional. powful!!! |
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outlawthunder Member
since 2007-04-10
Posts 67 |
thank you, Drauntz best to you always, OUTLAWTHUNDER |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This Man came and LOVED and taught us wonderful lessons, but His lessons of LOVE are put into practice only by a handful of great spirits (in comparison to all of humanity). "They shall recognize us by the Love we have for each other", that's how it should be. And will be ... through the awakening to Love that is taking place NOW. May all the children of the world be safe. You see, your touching poem induces me to pray. Thank you. Love, Margherita |
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outlawthunder Member
since 2007-04-10
Posts 67 |
thank you, Margherita best to you always, OUTLAWTHUNDER |
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