A GENTILE LADY Dedicated to Joanne Wilson Murdered in a robbery Oct.19,1996 There was a lady that I once knew She was the kind you�d envy For her immaculate appearance And her gentile ways Although a grandmother in her sixties She had a young woman�s strength She was always occupied For she enjoyed working Her jobs were never saintly Even so she did them well She was the kind of person Who lived for her family And was considerate of all her friends A model of selflessness was Joanne. Last year she was found dead In the storeroom where she worked Her chest was laid open A close range bullet lodged there. At her stately funeral I thought How she would wince at her appearance then With blood over her fresh starched blouse And fragments of herself in her hair... She was laid away quietly After a friend sang her a final song As we mourned the tragedy of her loss Our minds were filled with questionings Of why? and who? and why her?... Today we finally got those answers When the police found the guilty men Now we have the names at least Yet they mean not a thing to us Except for the reprehensible they�d done... We were told she had done everything right Didn�t antagonize the thieves Cooperated in every instance They had no earthy reason to shoot her When the police interrogated them they too asked why? The answer? �We felt like it.� WE FELT LIKE IT!?...WE FELT LIKE IT? I ask now,is that an answer? Is that a reason for taking a precious life? As kindhearted and generous as Joanne was I don�t believe she�d think so. |
"Hide My Pain" I can stand beneath the pouring rain, and it is then that I can cry. I can await the loudest thunder, and it is then that I can scream. I can hide behind the darkest shadows, wear the face of depression, and it is then I go unseen. |
"The Candle And I" Candlelights flicker, casting shadows upon my wall, dancing around foolishly, without a care at all. Flames of freedom sharing, sharing with me the air. Living only for breathing, and breathing without any care. |
"Sweet Window Pane" Secretly I watch you through this window pane. I see your tan, lucious skin covered by your lingerie. I await impatiently to see more, hoping to see all of you. I want to touch your almost naked body, but I can't, for this glass wall stands between us, and you know nothing of our relationship. |
"Web Of Desire" A time ago I thought it was love, but now I know the truth. I've been stricken by my lack of will, and one of the seven deadly sins. entangled within the web of desire where passion is warmth and lust burns like fire. I satisfy my every need, the sexual craving, the flesh I feed. I know you know as well as I that it's lust within that we satisfy, and as long as we are both aware that it's lust we feed and we still don't care, I can spend eternity here with you in this web of desire were lust is truth. |
THE WIND BLEW HARD THE NIGHT CAME IN BUT THE CHILL THAT I FELT CAME FROM WITHIN... IT CAME FROM MY CORE AND SLOWLY SPREAD OUT MAKING ME ACHE INSIDE AND OUT... IT WAS WINNING OF THAT I WAS SURE THAT ANIMAL RAGE SO STRONG AND SO PURE... I FIRST BEGAN TO SCREAM AND THEN TO STARTED GRUNT FOR I WAS NO LONGER ME AND IT WAS TIME TO GO HUNT... I SNIFFED THE AIR AND CAUGHT A FAMALIAR SCENT SO I HOWLED AT THE NIGHT AND TOWARDS YOU I WENT.... I RAN THRU THE WOODS BLOOD POUNDING IN MY EARS YOUR SCENT GETTING STRONGER TELLING ME IM NEAR.... I HIT YOU HARD AND YOU FALL TO THE GROUND SCREAMING AND CRYING BUT THERE'S NONE AROUND.... IN A MINUTE IT'S DONE IVE TAKEN ANOTHER LIFE BUT LITTLE DO I KNOW IVE JUST SLAIN MY WIFE.... I AWAKE IN THE MORNING NAKED AND ALONE COVERED IN DRIED BLOOD KNOWING ITS NOT MY OWN..... THIS IS NOTHING NEW IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE AT NIGHT IM A WEREWOLF THAT CREATURE OF LORE.... I START FOR MY HOUSE AND COME UPON MY WIFE IT'S IN THAT MOMENT I DECIDE TO TAKE MY LIFE.... I LOOK DOWN AT YOUR BODY AND CRY OUT "WHY?" YOU DIDNT DESERVE THIS AND FOR THAT I MUST DIE.... IVE FINALLY DONE IT I KILLED A LOVED ONE SO I GO IN THE HOUSE AND LOAD UP MY GUN..... I GO SIT BY YOUR BODY AND SAY A SHORT PRAYER I CLOSE YOOUR DEAD EYES AND SMOOTH BACK YOUR HAIR I SAY THAT IM SORRY AND OPEN UP WIDE THEN I COCK THE GUN AND STICK IT INSIDE I FEEL MY HANDS SHAKE AND KNOW ITS JUST FEAR I CLOSE MY EYES TIGHT TO FIGHT BACK A TEAR... IM GLAD THIS IS OVER IT SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN I SMILE JUST A LITTLE KNOWING THE BEAST DID NOT WIN... THE WORLD EXPLODES AND I SEE MY DEAR WIFE MAYBE I CAN JOIN HER I JUST TOOK MY LIFE. |
If you are able, save for them a place inside of you and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go. Be not ashamed to say you loved them, though you may or may not have always. Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own. And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind. J.Hackworth |