If I Could Fly? Malcolm F. Davidson 401 474 3974
Excerpts:
Flying
If I could move on tapered wing by feathered flight my mind would soar to see this world through minted eye.
The social walls that kept me out those haughty souls, cigars alight I’d see behind their curtains drawn
and share the fear that fills the glass the pompous sound from marbled hall that drowns out noise from shantied town
I’d fly a thread so fine and strong connecting all from shore to shore gossamer winged this sound would go.
The sound of love transmitted long, from soul to soul, be young or old to resonate within us all.
And each would clasp the filament bright and feeling strong from each to each we’d all embrace as cheek to cheek.
Yes, if I could fly on tapered wing, I’d glide through clouds of inner self and find the light that waits within.
November 1999
I am all Powerful
I am all powerful, I am all powerful I can be anything I want I can be anything I choose When I sit at my computer
When I sit at my computer and tap the keyboard I forget about now. When I sit at my computer I feel alive and I meet all sorts of people, In fact I become all sorts of people When I sit at my computer
I am a man, and I am a women in the world out there. In the world out there I forget who I really am and I am all powerful.
April 1997
A Sea Horse Swimming
I look down and see the horse A sea horse swimming in the carpet White Cotton bodied It is motionless stuck in the weave of the rug caught in a moment and held forever in my mind’s eye I think of its brothers and sisters living quietly beneath the waves somewhere, far away minding their own business.
My mind drifts to the aquarium and I remember their innate beauty caught in the light of the tanks I swear you could look right through them, pure and innocent as they cared for their young, an even bigger miracle
I reach down and pick up the cotton this seahorse of my imagination and in the touching of the cloth the spell is broken sea creature no more, just a piece of white cotton to be picked up and thrown away.
March 2006
ABUSE
I cannot feel my legs and my mind is numb I refuse to hear your breath and my mouth is dumb I can feel your hands, but I am not here for I have gone away now
Away, to where you cannot find me, the real me to a place where i finally feel safe, where i can be alive.
I have switched off my soul to survive this place my flesh is detached and floats away from my face I can sense your thrusts, in a different world You may touch my body, not me.
me, that was a long time ago, before before the monster that paid a visit at night.
Do you really know how you destroyed my life with your fatherly tone and that emotional knife held up to the heart of a vulnerable girl Oh, how I wish I were dead
But part of me is, for some of my life is over bud plucked, never to bloom the flower of unbridled youth
The black hole of the past pulls me back to those arms I struggled so hard against those paternal charms but what chance a girl, who loved daddy so much please make my pain go away.............
May 1998
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