lifeless
typhoid everytime i think to rest this knife in my body, i think of you and how you smiled. you may not want to talk, but you're still all i have. 000206
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camille *Is the person who cannot perceive sight upon hearing a childs laughter

* the person who cannot perceive hearing upon listening

*the person who cannot understand a poem that can run and jump or fly.

*the person who cannot taste while looking at a picture of cream on peaches or strawberries

*the person holding a sea urchin that doesn't feel it's prick

*the person who cannot hear a rainbow
or see the spinning flowers.

*the person who cannot see the words dance and pirhouette across the page.

*my friend hanging in a tree..
i wrote a poem just for he.. i will post it in a moment for you to see.
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camille CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Gutteral Screams
Compassed me all about
Screams of Sadness, Rage and Remorse
I stood there encased in my silent skin of horror
SHIFT!, feet unmoving
eyes searching, heart roving
to rhythmic crys, my body swaying
to and fro my heart is saying,
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

My cry for help
All the anguish my heart could tare
As I looked into this fathers blank and unmoving stare
Endless pools of heartache and rage
Someone turn the other page
What memories were stored in that sealed trunk in time
In the far corners of his mind
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Years of training
Baseballs over the fence, and straining
His sons first awkward step, and raining
First glint of understanding kept
His feet from under, swept
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

If one could take away the suffer
This, I couldt buffer
Unaware of any sound
Around his sons neck, a rope was bound
He now holds his son with a noose around
As he held his son from birth
Hanging from a tree with all its girth
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Over his shoulder, his sons growing colder
We held him together
This man and I
His son, a friend and neighbor
We didnt have ties
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Now we are bound by the same rope
We tried to grope
We stood there together in a place in time
Where theres no rhythm no rhyme
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

CUT THE ROPE!

CAN YOU HEAR ME?


After having held up my friend along with his father till medical
help arrivedafter hed hung himself back in 1990
Yes I have felt anger and rage.
He left behind a daughter, a wife, a mother, and yes the father
Who held him on his shoulder, and a friend who will always remember
Sometimes I choose to dwell on more pleasant things, yet wearing memories
As a second skin..

To the memory of Ernest P. (a neighbor)

January 1998
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Staind_And_Souless I look into your eyes. They are lifeless. Are you happy with him? Are you really? What about that night we spent together? Were you happy then? it was too dark to see your eyes, but I like to think they weren't as dead as they are now. Are you happy? Are you breathing? Are you alive?
How can I help?
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~gez~ i lie lifeless on the floor with all feeling drained from my frail limbs. i am breathing hashly and my eyes are only slightly open. this is how i want to leave. when the life has truly gone from my body, i will arise to the better place 021008
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