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 ... 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. 000206 ... 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 cry’s, 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 father’s 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 son’s 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 could‘t buffer Unaware of any sound Around his son’s neck, a rope was bound He now hold’s his son with a noose around As he held his son from birth Hanging from a tree with all it’s girth CAN YOU HEAR ME? Over his shoulder, his son’s growing colder We held him together This man and I His son, a friend and neighbor We didn’t 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 there’s 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 arrived…after he’d 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 000206 ... 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? 021008 ... ~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 what's it to you? who go blather from