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I can stake
no legitimate claim
to this
your heart
Heart of Gold and one Fool
 Jan 2013 Moonlight Blossom
John
Once in a while
A flower blooms
Sprouts, shouts
In a dismal, dark room

And it makes
Me wonder
What if (just what if?)
It's birth hadn't been such a blunder

How would things be different?
How would that flower's life
Have been altered?
Relegated to obscurity from the first click of the knife

Was that flower given
That situation
Because it was able to handle it?
Was it meant to be a sensation?

And then I think
What if it was just random
As trivial as a grain of sand
In the midst of the worldwide kingdom?

Trivial, random
Sensational, remarkable
I'm just don't know
Which way I'm meant to turn the table
Your login
lights up
both my screen
and my
face
Coming home,
to see blank eyes,
on a young face,
is an even greater pain,
than seeing lifeless ones,
because,
blank eyes means
that he's just not living,
there is no joy,
and no hope,
that should be filling his young
soul,
there is only fear,
blind, panicky, fear.
A type of fear no child should ever
feel.

He fear's
where he came from,
every time we get him,
he's covered in scars,
and bruises,
and we can hardly do anything about it.
His eyes are so wide,
and afraid,
if I go to touch his unhealthy face,
i'm not going to hit him,
but he flinches,
like I will,
and it's horrible to watch,
it's heart breaking,
I can't stand to see this child,
hurt.

I've had nightmares of what happens,
to him,
and what's hard to stomach,
is that those nightmares,
are true.
This child,
not even a child,
this baby,
is beaten to the point,
where he is afraid,
of everyone,
and his eyes,
I can't look at them,
the fear kept there,
stabs at,
me.

The knife rips through my body,
over and over again,
and all I think,
is what that child goes through,
that he's tortured,
every day,
for just being there.
But he's not the only child in this scenario,
there's a little girl,
who just turned four.
She's never been to school,
and you ask her a question,
she just stares at you,
not understanding what you said.
She doesn't know,
how to do,
anything.

My family and I,
had to teach her,
how to put a shirt on,
when she was three.
She was three,
and couldn't dress herself.
What ever these kids go through,
every single day,
all I can deduce is,
one is tortured,
mercilessly hit in the face
till his mouth bleeds.
And the other,
can do what ever she wants,
but isn't taught anything,
and she'll be set back,
so far.

She'll never rise to the full potential,
of what she could be.
God knows were trying,
to do everything we can,
to help these kids.
There used to be three
in this situation,
and we were able to save,
one.
It's possible,
but it's so hard,
and I don't know,
if we can ever save
these other kids,
before it is,
too late.
My family has already called child protective services, and we told them about what happens to these children, and we even have photo evidence of it, and all they asked was if they had a roof over their head, and we said yes, and then they said that this wasn't severe enough of a case for them to step into. What are we supposed to do! Wait for one of the kids to die before you will even notice! What makes it not severe enough! Kids not being fed, getting beaten till they're bleeding, not getting bathed, and living in a disgusting trailer, and not going to school and actively learning like a little kid should! I guess that isn't severe enough! How about every time we get these kids they're sick, not having a cold sick, I mean a high fever and coughing everywhere kind of sick! Is a non-healthy environment not worth stepping in to take a look at! And how about the idea that we already have custody of one of the kids in this scenario! That doesn't ring a bell, that we had already taken one kid out of that situation to give him a better life, and now were not allowed to help these other kids! It's ridiculous, and makes me angry beyond belief, that we can only do so much before we have to give the kids back to their parents! If you saw their faces when they went back, your heart would break in two. The kids know what they're going back to, and they don't want to go back. I'm sorry, I had to vent, this was just too much to hold in.
Snow white
waits
as seven little men
mine
for diamonds
The snows arrived and so have the icicles
My sweet butterfly
emerges
from night spun
silk cocoon...

unabashed and naked

framed softly
within the first rays
of morning

her lace wings
fluttering
gently within the breeze

she turns to alight
once more
beside
my recumbent form

and bowing her head
she shares again
the sweetest of nectar

within her butterfly kisses.
Butterfly kisses are when a woman bats her eyelids gently tickling the mans skin
 Jan 2013 Moonlight Blossom
John
I'm shaking
And doubting what I once knew
My hearts breaking
Because all I think of is you
I know I should be
As happy as I've ever been
But what you don't see
Is that the Universe owes me something

For some odd reason
This grave aura has consumed me
And I'm wheezing
All I'm trying  to do is breathe
I'm convinced that what's in store for me
Is a lifetime of regret
An eternal heartbreaking
My hands just won't stop shaking
 Jan 2013 Moonlight Blossom
John
Turn off your mind
Listen to the spaces
Between the sentences
Between the words
That your brain plants in you
To invade your comfort
Moving in and out and in again
Like the waves that crash ashore
That you love so much

Be one with your surroundings
Blend in and become the matter
That makes up everything around you
It is all the same
Everything alike
The only difference being
You are expected to go about
Happily
Knowing nothing
Of the true nature
Of the actuality of reality
Of how and why
You, me, him, her, them and us
Exist

The secret though
Is to do just that
Turn off your thoughts
Become an objective observer
Take in the sights and sounds
Let them consume you
And simply
Exist
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