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Once we sat together at a tiny table
and cast furtive glances across the glass
We locked eyes, then we blushed
And became quite interested in the people who pass
The steam wafted up from our coffee
and smoke drifted off of our cigarettes
I wished you would sit next me
And we proceeded with not regrets
But time passed and all things changed

Now we sit together at a cafe table
and cast empty glances across the metal
Our looks tell of memories
that wilt like the flower petal
The steam wafts up from our coffee
and smoke drifts off of our cigarettes
I wish you wouldn't sit so close to me
and I ponder all of my regrets
But time passes and all things change

Someday we will sit at a dining table
and cast knowing glances across the wood
We sit and stare into our pasts
And wish we'd done all the things we could
The steam will waft up from our coffee
and smoke will drift off of our cigarettes
I'm happy just having you sit near me
and reminding me to forget my regrets
Time will still pass and all things will still change
But you will be there
and so will i
The Lollygaggers gag on their lollipops
As the ice cream truck passes them by

Those moment when you're trying to be funny are the finest cuisine for my hypothalamus

Seeing you display what a sinch it is for you to make an *** of yourself

All you are is a big noise
And your life is held together by safety pins and duct tape
Why is everything I desire miles away?

Only to be seen through a looking glass.

Who would have guessed I was blind,

And looking through the wrong side of a telescope?

All along I thought my happiness was just
                                                                         out
                                                                                 of
                                                                                      reach.
I walked a lonely street
I heard the church bells chime
I felt out of rhythm
I felt out of rhyme

Then all of a sudden
a purse thief ran by me!
He took my slender purse!
All my money for the week!

Then as I walked farther
by a puddle lying there
a semi rushed right thru it!
Water everywhere!

Then as I continued
walking up the way
a mugger came up to me
wanting me to pay!

I had zero money
as the thief had snatched my purse
I thought, this is horrible!
It couldn't get much worse!

But, my friends, it did.
The mugger was enraged!
That I had no money
thought to put me in the grave!

So he up and shot me!
Yes, I tell you true.
He shot me in the chest
so a crimson flower bloomed.

The people all around me
would not help a whit!
Didn't want to be involved
so I had to sit

With blood flowing everywhere!
Then a man he happened by.
He heard my desperation
and listened to my cries.

He had little money
but what little he had did give
that I could find a taxi.
That I at last could live!

I was so very grateful
for his help that day
I asked him his name
and told him I would pray.

For he was a homeless man
I'd seen him around.
Always bright and cheery
never with a frown

He said, "Pray not for me my sister,
for I am not in need.
You pray for the others
For their dishonesty and greed.

They need your prayers, my sister.
Yes, they surely do.
Not only will it help them out
It will comfort you.

I never saw the man again.
He came 'round no more.
He was never at his daily haunts
by the old church door.

I did as he suggested
It was release to pray
I believe he was an angel

and I found Love that day


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
1 Corinthians 13
Also called The Love Chapter
I just read a poem by Weeping Willow
It inspired this

I really do pray for the people
Who hurt me. I get angry
At times and vent.
But generally I'm pretty happy.
I don't hold the
bitterness in my
HEART
Honesty is sheer *******.

dishonest preach it
honest suffer it.
I never thought
the day would come
when words failed me
or my verses lay blank
unwritten on the page
but you have stolen
even that from me
my words are
the only thing sacred
I have
the only way
to free myself
my words
are the only things
that are mine
now
my hands refuse to pick up a pen
and I am left
to drown
 Oct 2014 Beebz The Queen
TrAceY
little sister do you remember all those nights
I sat on the edge        softly folding my love            
your small body warm but heavy
my attempts at safety as I spun
apologies into lullabies
and read stories of ethereal landscapes
with orphaned children lost

I almost had you believing
we would be so much more
than our childhoods suggested
and in kings who ruled true
and queens who stayed brave

little sister can you imagine I am sorry
for all the nights I walked by your door
without stopping,  my footsteps echoing
the sacrifice I did not make
leaving you wanting
stories where nobody         needs to be saved
Hands where
They are not welcome
Against flesh too young
And too willing to please
Pushing to break the last barrier
That separates
Innocence
From exploitation
Lips parting what should be closed
Taking what is not theirs
And can never be given back
A body demands
As the other yields
Bending to its will
And calling it "love"
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