Have I missed any or many?
I name cities and countries,
while somebody somewhere
loads a magazine,
not an e-zine
but a holder of those things with peoples names on them,
not city names
not country names
people
people people
real people
who may or may not have fame
who may or may not be famous
they are like your uncle or your dad,
they are like your aunt or your mom
they are your brother and your sister
from the blood stained shirt tail relations
you never had a chance to meet.
you never had a chance to see their beauty,
never had a chance to laugh with them,
had a glimpse of their genius ripped away before it was discovered,
a momentary embrace and see whose tears ran down the face faster as you said goodbye
a moment is all it took to be in the wrong place at a time that was beyond their control
moments knowing or not knowing just screaming hoping it was helping
know this, they were innocents
this they did not wish to happen,
they did not wish to go without saying goodbye,
did not know if injured they would live
to those that lived, you are loved
to those that died, you are loved and will be missed
to those who knew them more than any of us, courage, empathy have mine, all of it I just need
to know how to get it out of my heart and my head and some address to send it to, in a tear
stained package,
to those who cannot stop crying and need the lights on to sleep or cannot sleep alone without
touching someone,
I stand under a moonlit sky I don't believe in magic or the magical
I am praying for the miraculous or a miracle,
but none of the words are more than a whisper
I lift my hands and breath them to the clouds.
Find the jet stream, much comfort is needed,
swiftly fly
softly land
sure to comfort
Spirit of God.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
Have I missed any or many?
I name cities and countries,
while somebody somewhere
loads a magazine,
not an e-zine
but a holder of those things with peoples names on them,
not city names
not country names
people
people people
real people
who may or may not have fame
who may or may not be famous
they are like your uncle or your dad,
they are like your aunt or your mom
they are your brother and your sister
from the blood stained shirt tail relations
you never had a chance to meet.
you never had a chance to see their beauty,
never had a chance to laugh with them,
had a glimpse of their genius ripped away before it was discovered,
a momentary embrace and see whose tears ran down the face faster as you said goodbye
a moment is all it took to be in the wrong place at a time that was beyond their control
moments knowing or not knowing just screaming hoping it was helping
know this, they were innocents
this they did not wish to happen,
they did not wish to go without saying goodbye,
did not know if injured they would live
to those that lived, you are loved
to those that died, you are loved and will be missed
to those who knew them more than any of us, courage, empathy have mine, all of it I just need
to know how to get it out of my heart and my head and some address to send it to, in a tear
stained package,
to those who cannot stop crying and need the lights on to sleep or cannot sleep alone without
touching someone,
I stand under a moonlit sky I don't believe in magic or the magical
I am praying for the miraculous or a miracle,
but none of the words are more than a whisper
I lift my hands and breath them to the clouds.
Find the jet stream, much comfort is needed,
swiftly fly
softly land
sure to comfort
Spirit of God.
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