A
Day In A Life
The following poems need an introduction.
I grew up in a physically abusive environment. In being the youngest of
four boys, my birth order supported me. Therefore, I have, since
a very early age, been very cognizant of "what would I do if" .
In addition, I have studied various forms of religion, and what is now
kown as 'New Age' (which is really mysticism).
Ironically, I have had dreams
that came true and it seems as if someone is watching over me! I
know some of you are feeling skeptical about this, but it is true.
I guess you could say my search
for meaning in life is what brings me to where I am today. I soon realized,
that my search for meaning was having the opposite effect. That is,
as my search went on, I discovered the wisdom of truth seeking. You
see, in ones search for the "WHY" of things, one discovers that the very
thing you search for eludes you. Do you really want to arrive at
that which you are seeking? It has a very strong implication of that
there is nothing more to do. I am not committed to arriving as I
love life to much to have it be complete.
Can you fix what is already in
the past? Something else I have learned is forgiving those that may
have hurt in some way. I know that what does occur is for a reason
and life is for learning. There is so much more freedom to move on
and grow in life by that forgiveness.
One thing that I am certain of,
is that child or spousal abuse is no laughing matter! If anything
comes from these poems, I hope they contribute, in maybe some small
way, to child and spousal abuse being eradicated. So I am clearer
about this, the above does not imply
that you should'nt take action to stop this kind of behavior. It
is just a matter of who YOU are being with respect to that. This
gives you the opportunity to make a difference!
"The Cat"
by Federico
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The Wall
When I was young
and I did not know
right from wrong.
I think I was ..two or three?
Standing their,
my thumb between my lips.
In my living room,
its dark,
except for the lamp
on the table next to me.
The light made it's mark
as the only form of comfort
in an otherwise..scary room.
As my back is against the wall
And I feel not so tall
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"Robot"
by Kyle Borders Age: 5
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As I looked to my left...
I saw my brother,
and my not so real father.
Suddenly the room shuddered
and was shaken,
as my brother...smack...and a thud...
is flying..like a baseball.
The blood splatters like mud
his head hitting the corner of the wall.
As my back is against the wall
And I feel not so tall.
The tears..poured,
started to fall.
As the little strength
that I could of mustered,
was no match
to my not... so real father.
If I could only have had
the speed to catch
my brother.
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"Mom and Me"
by Skyler Borders
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As my back was against a wall
and I did not feel so tall
He would not still be....my brother.
So angry at life or my mother.
For not being there
to stop...my not so real father.
Mom...mommy!..oh where,
oh where were you?
Please stop...this
very mean step father.
My back is against the wall
And I am really not very tall
I am so glad...my brother
is still with me here..today.
I do love him, dearly,
for he will always be
a big brother to me.
Yet, my back was against the wall
and I lost and had no control of it all.
Written by Gary H.....March
22/1997
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I dedicate the poem above to Mandy
K. 
one of the best home pages I know of
and she is an outstanding poet!
"Pumpkin House"
by Kyle Borders
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No Air
The child sleeps
the innocent weep
why does the child
have to reap
the hurt of a parent gone wild
Struggling....squirming
to breath
the pillow is smothering
who is doing this to me
I cry out..and scream
pushing...with all my strength
A deep breath fills up my lung
my heart is beating
a million times a minute
I can feel the cool air on my tounge
My eyes blink desperately
to see
In the darkness
things start to come into focus
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"Yarn"
by Kyle Borders
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A shadow...runs out my door
I bury my head undercover
wondering was this a dream
Not soon did I discover
that I did not want to scream
anymore
For whoever it was
maybe the boogie man
might return, because
I was still alive
I wish I had ran
As I melt into the bed
no longer wanting to strive
I run into my mommy's room
Seeing my mom was all battered,
bloodied and bruised
her pajamas were all tattered
in pieces...used
and scattered
all over the floor
I look back at the door
making sure I did not see more
of that shadow
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"A Cat and a Star"
by Sonny Shunya Matsubara
NOTE: See my LINKS page
for the location of the above
artwork
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I reached out and hugged her
As that is all I could do
In hopes that it might stir
some comfort through
the violence that she
had encountered
No one deserves
this kind of hurt
And love can preserve
what hatred...what dirt
tries so hard to rid us of
So, please if this is happening to you
Call on someone that really cares
even if you have to run down the stairs
Written by Gary H....April 28/1997
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