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Street Heart Member
since 2002-09-05
Posts 349Pennsylvania,USA 
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 I remember... the days I felt so strong my little feet would run and stamp in puddles by the lane and I recall all those moments of escape from the place that was called "Home" for it never seemed as warm as those portrayed there on TV I went to school,but only lasted till 9th Grade for the one that I called father, after many years of violence, finally left in drunken rage, and my mother in her pain had turned to drugs I was so young nowhere to turn 'cept to the streets because my mother overdosed The most I ever wanted was the love I never got, and now the world seems so much larger than before I tried to work,but who would hire? No dimploma to be had and all I had was swept away I was too young...too many thought and the meager clothes I owned were frayed and soiled 12 years have passed, but by the looks of me it looks much more like twice as much Weather tends to do that,don't you know? Not-to-mention,hopeless bitterness inside Hardness of the heart becomes the trademark of the poor ...and the forgotten wear it like a suit of armour I have my pride yes,even so and all the apathetic people passing by don't even see the talents that I own or the things that I could do ...if I had the chance to show my special ways It's getting cold the leaves have changed another year has passed of vacant stares and dimes and in my restless hours of sleep I dream of heaven by the sea ...a warmer place of love for which I long What happened to tomorrow? All those chances swept away Who can save me from my sorrow? Tomorrow's just another day If a man has not discovered something he is willing to die for,his life is not worth living. Martin Luther King,Jr. Detroit,1963 http://www.readio.com/ http://www.nationalhomeless.org/ [This message has been edited by Street Heart (04-17-2003 01:25 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I know you've come back from this dear Street Heart, but I am so sorry for that dismal childhood that you cannot get back. I have the wonderful comfort of knowing that even though my dearest son is gone, he knew he was completely loved from the day he was born. Love, Joyce [This message has been edited by Joyce Johnson (04-17-2003 04:49 PM).] |
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Street Heart Member
since 2002-09-05
Posts 349Pennsylvania,USA |
Dear Joyce, This offering,although in many ways is similar to my own past,is one that is a pondering or speculation inspired by the picture that I submitted.There are many stories out there,many reasons behind the circumstances that lead to a person's homeless state.Though,it is true for me that after my father's final punch to my mother's face when I was in her arms,led to her dependence on prescription pain-killers and eventually her overdose and death when I was 16. In my years of searching and chaos,I have met many who have their stories.Some are highly intelligent.Some have been abandoned and knocked around so much that hopelessness and distrust supercede all other emotions, thereby creating the necessity for them to abandon their lives,to exile themselves so much from society,to protect and keep their battered hearts from any more abuse.Such circumstances can make some,in many people's opinion,"mad".Read,"Robinson Caruso",or watch the movies,"The Fisher King", "Castaway",and even,"Home Alone II",and you get an idea of what happens when one is totally alone,traumatized,and/or forsaken. I wrote a poem for Maree called,"Dark Angel" back in 2000,before the last time I was on the streets.There is a line I used which I think is very enlightening,powerful and true,"We are just flesh and blood with different wounds and sometimes scars will last forever.Some wounds can heal if they are found,others only fester...The "Low" came to its lowest point.There're just so many lives I've died to live to never find a home...not even in my heart" Days are better now,although tomorrow still seems uncertain and frightening, especially considering the world's chaotic state,but I am working and "fighting" for a better tomorrow...not just for myself. Peace,Joyce, Geoffrey If a man has not discovered something he is willing to die for,his life is not worth living. Martin Luther King,Jr. Detroit,1963 [This message has been edited by Street Heart (04-17-2003 02:11 PM).] |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Your name always pulls me in and as usual you touch my heart with your writings. |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Street Heart: This is such a sad story and I know there are so many similar ones being written. I'm glad that your life is improving and hope some of your dreams come true! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This needs to linger on the front page a little longer. Joyce |
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Street Heart Member
since 2002-09-05
Posts 349Pennsylvania,USA |
Thank you,SPIRIT,Betty,and Joyce,for your caring comments. Peace,Geoffrey |
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midnightblues Senior Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 1597Singapore |
Dear Geoffrey, you've got a heart of gold and a soul full of compassion, despite your tragic past. and I really admire that, not to mention your heart-rending poems. Love Michelle If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues™ |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
you certainly open up my eyes. Eliza Simmons |
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Wikket Member
since 2000-01-29
Posts 340Santa Clara, CA USA |
Your poem is a true depiction of those many people (including myself I regretfully admit) forget. Thank you for reminding me. --Jamie  "...Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." --Robert Frost |
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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk |
what a touching and very real poem. One of the things that breaks my heart is seing someone homeless. i always feel that the saying 'but for the grace of god, there go i ' is so true. we are not always in charge of our destiny. you are certainly a very clever and talented man but most of all you have a beautiful soul. god bless you. hugs from june x |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
A beautiful write, Streetheart, your name always rouses my attention and I am never disappointed. It's been a while since I was in these forums and it's a pleasure to see that you are still here. Love, Liz xxx "Gorge the honey from life, and live through the stomach aches knowing they will pass..." ~Liz Pinard 2003~ |
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