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 Jun 2010 Bathsheba
Corkey Hawley
I think I may have fathered 4
But only one legitimately
And it ripped me 2 the core
when she took him away from me
Yes, I've been a father
'though I've never raised a one
So as with each year
I'll not receive a card
or call, not a single one

Sometimes I think,
I may have missed out
But I would have raised
anyone of them
with out a dought
And so, I've lived my life
wondering who & where
they are?
I wonder if I'll ever meet them?
Or will they mearly remain
one of my scares?

As I ponder this
upon this Sunday
I sit alone
upon my throne
Hoping I can make the mortgage
so I won't loss my home
I know the phone won't ring
and no cards will come
So I should get off my ***
and get something done

Instead of writing poetry
to escape from other things
I should think of today
as just a Sunday
and not think of Monday
and horrors it will bring

So 4 those fathers
who get the calls & cards
from all those sons & daughters
even though their lives are hard
I hopeU don't find it a bother
have a great one, with  my regards
6.20.10 Doc
 Jun 2010 Bathsheba
Corkey Hawley
It was
& is
a place to escape
All of the things
that take up my mind
The small dark places
that utter
And weep & seep
deep within my shrine
When I shake & tremble
from the wants
& cares of reality
I burrow down deep
And sink down
even deeper
because I am so inclined

To need that place
to escape
the worries & wowes

  not sublime

I would run uncaring

If it made a lick of sense

To that place

in my own defense

but at least there is that space


Tucked away


where no light



can ever shine

That one tiny speck

for my soul



& I to descend






to the refuse in my mind
CH/Doc 6.26.10
 Jun 2010 Bathsheba
JJ Hutton
every time we fall in love,
they call it trite,
a false fairy tale.

love is weak.
and weak ain't trending no more.

every time we speak our mind,
they tell us to shut up,
too young to have an opinion.

the youth is unreliable,
too many fresh hormones.

every time we stand up straight,
they cross us,
crucify us.

acquiescing is appropriate,
they gift certificates in frames for that.

every time we subscribe to a higher code of ethics,
they call us radical,
salivate, and spectate as we are torn asunder by lions.

love should never transcend national pride,
here it's guns, god, no homosexuals or mexicans all the time.

if i make a stand, and you make a stand,
and the dominoes begin to fall,

if i inspire a dozen, and you inspire a thousand,
the gears will grind, the tide will turn,

the lions will all be too full,
and
they surely will run out of nails,
before they've crossed every single one of us.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
 Jun 2010 Bathsheba
heidi
The wailing walls repel their paint
taking in the painful sighs and moans
from those that trudge the halls
The green paint like faded grass
The only reminder of an outside world

                        And me
Here to care,
To listen,
To medicate ,
To ponder
How the **** a mind can break so easily
                              Or
How the **** a mind can mend in these surrounds

But most of all to love you
And I did love you all
From the old man who forced his ****
So he could show me his manhood as I changed him
To the timid boy who dreamed of being a pilot
But could only fly with different wings

I held the crown upon the head of the Queen of Sheba
as another injected all her fears away
I darned socks for a proud minor
through the night, with an invisible needle,
To make real his reality
I became someones daughter,when the pain of not seeing their own became too much to bear

I cried at the futility and sadness
The fear and uncertainty
The suspicion and the attitude of
               THEM AND US
Who the **** are they?
and who the **** do we think we are?


But that was long ago
for now I trudge these same halls
Remembering
How I thought I could save you all
open the door and give you all wings
To fly to ultimate freedom

Now I know for sure I'm one of you
Or a little bit of all of you
I cant love myself though like I love you
I cant accept myself as I did you
I cant wear my wings they hurt
I cant set myself free
But then again I couldn't do that for you lot either.
copyright: Heidi 2009
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