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And I Cry
Each day I watch as your weary body grows tired,
each breath a strain to be battled.
I wonder what forces fight within your young soul,
I pray for your body to be once more whole, and I cry.
Within the prudence of the powers that be,
you were chosen to struggle, bravely, you’ve gone on.
And with all our love, we can but hold your
hand as you hold our hearts, and pray.
What consequence will we derive from this battle?
What purpose will it serve?
For you but a child, to suffer so,
This affliction you never deserve, and I cry.
You have forgotten my young friend, or maybe you never knew,
The precious gift we’re given, our life with you.
As the battle rages and the forces one by one take
your precious breath away,
We must ask our maker why? why such a child should die?
Perhaps this is the punishment for a sin of mankind, and I cry.
Yet this conflict is not won, you still struggle on.
There’s hope, we always have our hope.
Should I fall to my knees and supplicate to him who rules the sun?
Would he spare this precious child whose ailment rages on?
For I will gladly do this to see your precious breath of life restored.
And I cry...
Linda Johns
July 25,1997
Copyright1997
Terry All That Lingers
Terry all that lingers,
So much slipped through my fingers.
The memories I’ve forsaken,
The choices I’ve mistaken,
The roads less traveled maybe.,
The friends I’ve lost so early,
My heartaches still shall follow,
My every footstep left me hollow,
My chioces I’ve accepted,
The hopes left unattended,
11/23/97
L.S.Johns Copyright 1997
Despondency
The winter winds that whisper softly echoingharshly in my ear,
tragedies and sorrows that climax my final year.
Within the vastness of the universe, my death
would be no more significant than a solitary speck of
dust.
The endless dread buffeted by the icy chills
that unrelentlessly numbed my very soul.
Imploring me to follow, follow the thoughts of despair.
No one hears my lamentation, does no one care?
Where would I find tranquillity?
The crescendo of emotions have all but devoured me,
Now conclude my end to a life once so full of certainty.
Fist clenched so tightly the knuckles share the color of bone.
I am alone in a throng of humanity, I am so very alone.
As I focus myself, the end is near.
There is no panic, no tears, not the expected fear.
The long and lonely night turns slowly into day,
as my spirit cries for freedom, peace at last I pray.
The crimson thoughts shall carry me away.
All my dreams how they have crumbled, slowly
each one has toppled down.
The expectation of my youth, my hopes and
desires, lay as sands scattered upon the ground.
Goodbye.
7 / 4 / 97
L.S.Johns Copyright 1997
The Infiltration of My Soul
Woe for the visions that haunt my dreams,
Ever the tormenting sounds of my screams.
How you held me and threatened my life for desire,
A mere thing to quench your twisted carnal fire.
Still the sounds of your panting ring in my ears,
So long, so painful the many years,
Still nothing impedes it, nothing soothes this cynical heart.
For only you, it was you that tore my soul apart.
Destroying my trust, my laughter my clever zest.
Within a solitary moment you shattered my best.
My soul you lay bare with your twisted commands,
My most secret places, were your demands.
The night air I still feel it, and the heat on my face,
As you stalked me then raped me, you were debase.
In the darkness you held me, forcing me on the ground.
Down to rape and abuse, spill your seed in me and was
found,
a field for to flourish, I abound.
And the cold steel and the bright lights, numbing my soul.
Harvesting your seed from my essence and completely,
I’m shattered within but a trice of the surgeons hand.
Frozen forever in my tortured mind.
And there you are, still haunting my every waking thought,
Still raping me with you memory. As if devouring me whole,
Still I wake with a start as those visions return,
How I’d had to end it, my soul does still yearn,
For the knowledge of who or what it would be,
And my loathing of you and your member in me.
Ever more, Ever more, How I hate you Ever more...
I pray God will forgive me, I wish you were dead,
But my memories linger, always, always fixed in my head,
Because of the degradation you forced on me...
L.S.Johns 10/29/97
Copyright 1997
Sweet Release
In your arms I longed to be, my head beside your pounding heart,
Wrapped warmly in your love and desire burning deep
within our souls,
My wanting lips to yours, our flesh now implores it’s
release, such sweet release,
Our flesh so warm and tender,
here I surrender of my total love for you,
Our days filled with madness, and passion and distress,
Such a sweet release as I caress your breast so close to
mine, Without reason or rhyme for all time and forever,
My wanting lips to yours, our flesh now implores it’s
release, such sweet release,
Only a women could know my intense desire for you,
To hold you,caress you,
to love you forever and all the tomorrows to follow,
Your body close to mine,
our members entwined in a passionate embrace of desire
so forbidden,
My wanting lips to yours, our flesh now implores it’s
release, such sweet release,
Within our souls we know, burn in hell they say,
Forever and a day, I love you still,
Their loathsome signs painted in doom, for only a bride and
groom should partake of such pleasure,
I for one digress this preaching of distress upon my love for
you,
Who are they to say, which indoctrination to obey, and why?
My wanting lips to yours, our flesh now implores it’s
release, such sweet release,
Within our lives we have but one life to enjoy,
tommorow may not come, and that’s okay with some, but
not for me.
we’ll burn in the abyss they yell, I don’t believe in hell, and
even so,
Infinity in hell’s fire would be worth one moment in time with
you.
Your body close to mine,
our members entwined in a passionate embrace of desire
so forbidden,
Forever and a day, I love you still,
L.S.Johns
2/21/2000
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