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Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
She opens up once
In a trance
She believed she could dance
The shelf was no place to hide
A talent so brilliant
So resilient she was
With her posture so bold
Never taking kind to the cold
But she seldom complained
And she was never strange
The time I left
Like I tore her last page
If she would only understand
I don’t live life with a back up plan
Its been two weeks
I feel more ashamed
For the actions i've proclaimed
To be mine
Though they rhyme
I cant help but sing out of time
When she looks at me like that
I feel the pages turning in my head
Though nothing I say
Can open you up my own
I just realized
When we dance so close
I feel less alone
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
Underneath all the pain struck so deep 
I can still hear her screaming, 
Just a forgotten heart beat
For it was more than the damage 
That distorted the surge of blood 
Out of her wrists into the rug
Don't lie to me and say its just a phase, 
The blood on your floor will never be replaced
Faced with the fear of pain,
Suffering expecting her to be tame
Blame, isn’t understanding, loving, 
Demanding suits it, alone with a knife until she used it
Your Clueless, 
I wish you could see the love
That you’re going to miss
Not just the bliss of love, 
Come on
She’s just a little girl inside, still wanting her fathers love, 
Never knowing if its enough, 
Always searching 
Never stopping
Divided by the time we waste with the lies that we try to trace
Back to when it started
For Life will never be the same
If you don’t look beyond her frame
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
In the midst of all the:
Falling
Crashing
Crawling
Smashing
Willing
Trying
Killing an­d
Dying
We find ourselves staring into an endless expanse of space within and around our minds
Falling to keep in the boundaries of time
Crashing the walls that keep those in line
Crawling between this ever increasing length seems tragic
Smashing for all those who think thoughts without magic
Willing for the chance to win before losing
Trying before life begins to be bruising
Killing is not what is believed to be brutal
Because
Dying is the truth that hides behind real
Still
But in the midst of all the
Falling
Crashing
Crawling
Smashing
Willing
Trying
Killing and
Dying
We must learn to live within the truth among lying
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
Forever she said lifting up the covers as we crawled into bed
Together we can make it
Take only our dreams
Breathe only our love and leave nothing but things…..
From under the sheets, as we sleep
I can feel your fingertips as they move from heartbeat to heartbeat
Slipping through my hand as it folds onto yours
Breathing so softly as we shut all the doors
But our minds can never be closed
As we doze off into our eternal slumber we call our
"sweet sweet dreams"
From when the last light leaves our eyes
She speaks to me softly
As the sun sets in the skies
Believe in the hope that is within our hearts
And love will guide us with a place to start.
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
When I asked for this dance with life and its chances, 
Fell into my arms a place
Home 
As it had been named
By people I can’t call anything less than my family
Let me just explain
I hope these weeks, actually months, haven’t been too much to handle
For me more like blissful
You have made my stay in Minnesota much more graceful
Instead of painful, as it had been
Living in the city was not so pretty, 
People aren’t friendly and the days were never ending
I could barley stand it, I demanded more for myself
This house, 
A place to call home, 
Your love, and 
Everything that you’ve done
For me
So wonderful these months have become,
I can never Thank you enough for the love you have shown me,
Don’t worry I will lock the door in the morning
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
Despite all the terror, we’ve seen, 
Cleaned our hands, while others speak 
We dreamed of a better world 
Swirling, twirling, killing, and dying
Our eyes will forever be opened
To the crime that was set aside
As our mothers cry, behind closed doors, 
Pouring out the ashes of a boy they once adored
A Forgotten subject 
That we bleed with the intent of being healed
Sealed up in caskets, like little puppets
Stuff like were magic as we stand there like targets
But those aren’t words anymore, 
Just noise ever since, my brother died
Letters used to bring me joy, 
Until I grew up into nothing thought of as a boy
The toys they give us, pain, and suffering, 
Buffering the idea, that our hands are still clean
We cling to love, as if hate was shoved into our faces
Running scared, to breathe the air
There is no way Ill cut hair
I wrote this poem while I was in the musical "Hair", a musical which was set in the 60s during Vietnam, where everyday was a mystery. You didn't know whether to hide or fight. It was very scary time.
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
let's be water
and flow where we want 
go where we wish 
and fall till were gone

let's be sand
and lay till we can’t
sit where we stand
as I crawl to your hand

let's be ice 
and go where its cool
live like we rule
the world is no fool

let's be fire 
and burn till we’re cold
flicker to the beat
with the rhythm and soul

let's be air 
and float through the sky
stop all our cares
and go where its high

let's be rocks
and last forever we will
roll around and fall down
without a care in the world 

let's be trees 
and live as long as we last
grow taller than the highest mast
and give love at every pass

let's be flowers 
and grow where there’s grass
love with our hearts
and let go of the past

let's be flowers and grow where there’s grass
I sent the line "lets be flowers and grow where there's grass" to my very best friend, we were talking about who and what we could be, and or going to be one day.
She was very satisfied with bing a flower. ha.
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