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Jan Harak Jan 2015
God gave me voice
not to be silent
but to scream out
about mercy and violence
about rights and wrongs
about beauty of world
about child labor
about colorful rainbow
about witch trials
about love and desire
about lies and betrayals
about lost, drug addicts, outcasts, homelessness
and most of all about His forgiveness.
Either I have found or lost it, your choice.
  Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Mikaila
I could name you as the sound
A cello string makes when struck,
That low thrum that seeps into the blood.

I could see you in the rain,
The way it reaches for everything
And through it.

I couldn't make you a city.
That doesn't sound special, but it is.
I could picture you in one, gazing up at the glittering lights
And adding your rhythm to its pulse

But you
You belong to the land.

I've never met anyone who belongs here like you do.
You could have peeled yourself from the bark of a willow tree
And stepped into the world.

You could have emerged from the sea
While it still churned from a violent storm.

Lightning could have reached from the sky
And began your fingertips
In some lonely field somewhere.

You are not
Man made.
You are too pure. Too clear.
We muddy, we tarnish, but we do not
Create things like you.
We only
Claim them.

You did not rise from a sidewalk crack
Or stretch up from the shadow of a streetlight.
You come from something older.
Something
Better.

And I don't think you have any
Idea.
  Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Mikaila
Do you worry that I'll love you?
Sometimes I do.
But
I think that if I were to love you
I would love you the way I first learned to love:
Quietly, and with no demands.
I think if the worst were to happen
I wouldn't reach for you
Only tell you
That you are beautiful.
Perhaps
It has happened already.
I wonder if I fear it, sometimes.
But what I really fear
Is that you will fear it.
I wonder if you worry that I'll love you
And you are just too good
Too truly good
To do anything about it.
If you do worry,
You needn't:
If I were to love you
I would love you like you were made of glass-
Delicate, exquisite, and untouchable.
Jan Harak Jan 2015
Welcome to the desert of my soul!
Things once so beautiful
became so rusted as I got old
the journey was long
but I have not reached my goal
so should I keep on...

What is right and what's wrong?
Can you tell even with eyes closed?
What about night terrors,
do you have them too?
The kind that leaves you paralyzed...

Don't you miss the abuse?
The familiar pain of being nothing,
getting hurt makes you feel so good.
You have to hide the scars better,
what will they do if they find out?

There once was an angel on earth
but all the lies and betrayals
turned him into demon
hate is burning inferno
but his heart is so cold
Jan Harak Jan 2015
Gentle kiss of sun
woke me up tonight
your arms hold me so tight
I could not move at all

That's alright, my darling,
I already gave my heart to you
That's alright, my darling,
Sleeping in your arms feels so beautiful

I closed my eyes
and I smell your fragrance
I know this is love
My life now makes sense

The night is over
here comes the new dawn
each day we're closer
we'll never be alone
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