Come sit with me...Tell me which of your parents committed suicide...
Which brother, sister, or other, killed themselves
out of sadness, disappointment, or rage...
Show me your scars and I will show you mine...
Tell me your dream and I will tell you mine.....
Which of your family went insane...
lived in that dark place where there are no doors unlocked,
no windows without wire grates.....
Come sit with me...and we will bleed together, cry together, laugh together...
The two of us, shedding blood in the moonlight, kissing each other's tears...
wiping away the stain of life...so ruthless, so cunning, so sour...
Let us greet a new day, and stand together against the scoffers...
Those who would love us today, but will betray us tomorrow...
Come sit with me...show me your wounds suffered along the way...
Show me the graves of your dead lovers and broken promises...
Walk with me in the moonlight.....
I come to you not as King, but as a leper...
not as a prophet, but a liar...
I have triumphed over peace through chaos...
and bludgeoned my way here...
Come sit with me...let us talk honestly and openly to one another...
Bobby Jameson
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Bobby, I like the rawness of this. I'm not a stranger to darkness.
ReplyDeleteThank you Nora....I'm afraid there are quite a few of us...
DeleteThe background was painted; the sentences escaped censorship. They caught me off guard and drew me in like a carnival worker attracts his crowd Words of the inside bravely surfacing.for those who understood and for those who needed to understand.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite pieces and the one that lured me back for more...
Thanks Joan for the comment and your interest...
DeleteTruth!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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