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I
am just as I stand before you-
As I am and nothing else
No hidden agendas
No secrets to be kept
Without the
comfortable coat
Of the way things could have been
Nor am I dressed in dreams
I stand before you raw-
To the
bone...
Naked, in truth
And nothing more than I
I am the Small
the Weak - the Forgotten
hurt by your "love",
and the lack of it
I am the pain of the SHADOWS
that does
not heal
hidden so carefully
AND NEVER GOING AWAY
I am the Dreams
of the Broken and Shattered-
pieces,
brightly colored
SMASHED TO GLASSY BITS
I am the life
of the Voiceless and Crying
BLED of LIFE
and living
to Death.
In
the perfect world
The righteous would prevail
Instead of endure,
And the oppressed of all sorts
Would be freed.
Periods of pain, sadness, and suffering
Would be followed by
Intense bouts of happiness, joy, and comfort.
No
one would hunger, be sick, or unloved
And not one child would feel lost or confused.
Not one life would pass
Unnoticed
for its worth,
And we would all be grateful
For the possibility.
Years
Tears
Fear
Near
Hearts
Apart
Gone
Alone
Try &
Fly
Strong &
Long
To
You
Tell
me quickly, little clam,
How do you like your shell?
An inviting habitat or
Is it really Hell?
(for Cassie,
who likes my stories)
Once there were two dogs that rode around with their tongues hanging out licking air just
because they liked the way it tastes.
THE END.
MORAL: Never underestimate the tastes of a dog with its tongue
hanging out.
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