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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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the boy the boy howls and screams thru older, stronger hands keeping him silent to the outside. retreats over the years into a special, safe place only his, never shared. the boy grows with years innocence gone, stolen inner rage gnaws at his soul. where is this God, Father where is the protection where is the justice or joy? the boy becomes a man and the rage builds on he doesn’t even know, suspect. one day he goes away back to his secret place for decades he is left alone. the boy slumbers, forgotten as the man displays the rage finds solace in hurting. Decades of abuse, violence pass by season after season man ever growing, struggles. the man works thru the years of jail, divorce's, love and hate anger ever building, ebb and flow. One day the man wakes up, realizes sick and tired of being there, again accepts the forgiveness of Jesus. the man continues to struggle, grow a dozen years slip away, ever quicker failed ministries, split churches Seems his walk with God, crawling he is forgiven, redeemed, paying price for a life spent playing with evil. the man comes to the Lord time again backsliding, angry with God still tears of anguish and anger, confusion. settles into a peace and comfort shattered by yet another tragic atonement faith shaken to the core of his being. the man after nearly half a century still angry, still full of rage, still, still striking out, kicking against circumstance. Realizing tis his inner blackness, bitterness that needs to be exposed, cleansed takes it out, shakes it out, washed in Light. the man comfortable, finally, finally makes his new home; far, far away a new life in a new town in a new time. His heart soaring as God seemingly brings a love he has prayed for in dreams for years they realize, prayer for years. the man gives his heart completely, totally secrets revealed to no other in life a bond, sharing, freedom to love without check. the boy struggles from his exile and slumber awakened with love, coaxed into daylight his secret place exposed and shared with love. the boy becomes excited, playful, truly alive sharing with a special love, a special friend allowed to take her behind his waterfall. the boy is happy, innocent, overjoyed sharing all that he has, and ever will have his pure heart given gladly, confidently. the boy becomes a pawn in battles raged the boy and girl cower and hide as adult personalities wage war over pride and habit. And when the battlefield clears, retreat sounded the others go away, taking away, alone... again the girl they say dead, the boy unknown. the boy howls and screams thru older, stronger hands keeping him silent to the outside. retreating, he is gone...gone again into a special, safe, forever place only his, never again to be shared. ~~~~~~~~  |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I'll never understand that children can be tormented in their innocent years. Just know it is not God that does this but man who has the free willto make his own decisions. Love, Joyce |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Daniel~ This tore at my heart with such immensity~ And ... this poem is the real for far to many, boys-men, girls-women~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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PatAngel Member
since 2004-04-05
Posts 451California |
Daniel, I can feel the pain and sorrow as if I were reliving my own past. I will never understand why children have to suffer so. Love, Patricia 'When you find a dream within your heart, don't ever let it go. |
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Annie78 Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 469here then there then back here |
the boy howls and the girl screams...God is there whether we know it or not, and when you find in you the trust that God wants you to feel you will know that while we think we have been deserted it is only us that can trust him to let us trust others. My trust in people waivers closely to the edge at times but my trust in God has never let me down and gives me the strength to trust time and time again. Annie |
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Beasley Senior Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 682Cheboygan,MI USA |
This is really an intense, thought provoking poem. A lot said here. Barb |
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midnightblues Senior Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 1597Singapore |
Ow.. blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.. amen Love MiCheLLe If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues |
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Street Heart Member
since 2002-09-05
Posts 349Pennsylvania,USA |
Daniel,you have me choked up...and I wonder where all this came from,your words.There have been many poems I have read and enjoyed from so many talented writers on this site,but I have to say that this work of yours has disturbed and moved me unlike any other.In fact,I feel as if you somehow know me.The anger? I'm not sure how much has it's grasp on me...it seems to be more of a resignation for me...and disillusionment. Your writing here is immensely in-depth and articulate.Sure would enjoy discussing this offering of yours with you. Street Heart If a man has not discovered something he is willing to die for,his life is not worth living. |
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