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May 2005 - 03:52 PM
The Meaning of Soul
By 4 Over-The-Rhine, Cincinnati Authors
Pt I--Devil’s Son by Thomas Collignon Sr.
He used to come ‘round here every night.
Everybody knew him
Always had a smile on his face but nobody could see
The pain and misery behind his eyes.
In a lonely bed at the bottom of a basement,
It was a sad situation.
Dresser top filled with empty pill bottles.
In desperation, he knew he wanted the big sleep.
So young with nothing left to give
And no reason to live.
Momma said ”It looks like I might lose a son.”
Did she cry?
Daddy put on his winter coat in the middle of a fall summer sky.
Breath of God flowing through me,
I don’t know why I came back to this hell
Where nobody loves me.
Everywhere I go, everybody knows my name.
I hear them say Devil’s Chile ’--
When are you gonna be the one;
Can’t you just be the son we never got to have?
So I lay down and cry,
I just wish I could die--
In a vacant apartment
Crowded with memories
She comes to me.
The time must be right.
Empty bottles surround me.
I’m gonna get it on right this time.
The big sleep ain't gonna escape.
So I stand accused,
I’m gonna try and rape my life
One last time.
Breath of God flowing through me,
I still don’t know why I came back to this hell,
Where nobody loves me.
I’m the Devil’s child.
I don’t think I’ll ever be
The son you never had.
Pt. II--Life Owes Me Nothing by Stephen Anderson
A young man born August 30, 1966 .
Having two parents
Who loved him unconditionally.
Giving him everything he asked for,
Showing him the way of life.
Until he started living life on the edge,
Depending on everyone but himself.
Thinking someone owed him something.
Going to jail for a crime he committed;
Feeling like Dad was gonna come to the rescue.
When the father who always comes to his sons rescue came,
His father said to him:
“Remember you’re a man—as you thought.
Now it’s time to grow up.
Be responsible for your own actions.
Because life owes you nothing,
You get what you put in.
Remember that
Young man.”
Pt. III--A Great Day Yesterday By Henry Walker
If this were tomorrow
And you were looking back on today
Do you think you would be saying,
“That was a great day
I lived yesterday?”
The word lived is mighty, my friend.
It simply says that you enjoyed yesterday
That it was well worth the trip.
We will always look back on today
As a great day if we make sure:
That our heart and our mind
Is filled with positive thoughts,
And with loving feelings.
It’s not so hard to live life
One day at a time.
So get a union with God and love ourself.
All that we do and have to the glory of God and his goodness
And to the good of all mankind.
Let’s live it up today.
Pt. IV--Love & Hate by Vernon Hardy
What is love—
Does it come from above?
Could it be kept down low?
Does anybody know?
Why do people hate
Is this the reason for our fate?
I think it starts with recovery
Let’s begin with this discovery.
Could it be a symbol?
Love and hate make me tremble.
In the material published in Queen City Forum Magazine’s “The InkTank”, the author retains the copyright and all rights are reserved to the author of the story, poem, serial, or otherwise. None of the afore mentioned may be copied, reprinted or reproduced without the expressed written consent of the author.
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