That ******* may he burn in hell
For what he did to a little girl
The innocence he had stole
Never again to be quite whole
For his acts she must pay
For the filth can’t be washed away
The nightmares that do not cease
Of abuse stemmed from his ****** needs
A cry for help but no one hears
Because she is a little girl
He would not hurt her for you see
A big brother he was suppose to be
Who would believe he was pure evil
Surely not her loving mother
So as an adult before he passed
A request to admit the torturous past
But the selfish ******* could not see
The truth was what could set her free
Instead he denied what he had done
So he could remain the perfect son
So because of what you did to me
May you burn in hell for eternity.

Strength is not found,
But made;
Steeped in action
When life
can no longer be ignored.

Your fate does not wait
For you to muster courage,
Hold it up and examine.
You must take to plunging deep
And refuse to hold back.

Like a flower, my love for you grows.
It blossoms into something beautiful,
Only to wither away in the Autumn twilight.
Why?

Is it because it is not pure, or true?
No, it is because I cannot contain it.
It out grows even my own expectations,
Unfortunately like weeds.

It is because I cannot stand to be hurt.
My emotions are more fragile than my bones,
Easily broken and shattered with only one word.
I find it so difficult to love.

A Poem, like a song, must sing!
The words its rhythmic notes;
That titivate our senses,
And, like great music, invokes;

Responses from the reader,
Creating pictures, in their mind;
And, so cleverly constructed;
As to inspire, and move mankind!

©  Copyright John Tucker September 2009  All rights reserved

Boys are like a box of chocolates
Sure I'd like to have one
But there are so many to choose from
What if I choose the wrong one?
One that’s so nasty I just want to through it away
So ill just push aside all of them
They’ll just make you break-out anyway