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Page Eleven


Don't speak to me of yesteryear and any promises unkept.
The choice was made to leave behind the world we shared as one...
The love, the joy...the solitude of your smile..for me...only me...did you bestow.
Oh pirate of my soul!
Has our journey ended yet? What extent will we travel through time..together and alone?
I reach out for your hand in an effort to draw you with me into the turbulence of time and whisper to you once again the promise of eternity.



Why did you have to suffer while you were alive?
When it came time for you to finally rest, then the world realized how valuable you were.
However, you could hardly join in the celebration of your Being.
On earth, in Paris, with Toulousse, barely carving out a living enough to eat, your emotions reeling from the irony defined by the burden of being sensitive...introspective...
You seemed so aware of the hippocricy involved in the daily events that plagued your peace.
The struggle, of your mind, your soul and that which surrounded you, finally won and slowly, painstakingly, you were robbed of your sanity.
It is hard to comprehend why Evil and Cruelty are in charge and those that are prisoners to the Unconscienceable keepers must sacrifice their sense of proprietries.
And your choice? Strike out and be punished or turn the suffering inward and scream, muffled, in the dark of your quarters, cut off an ear and finally, thrust a bullet through your brain to quiet the constant dialogue of illogic
Vincent, you are famous now.
I hope you are finally able to celebrate You...



You came to me in a dream, standing before me in a flowing pink gown.
I called to you, "Come closer", and held your stare as you slowly walked towards me.
My arms outstretched...waiting in silent anticipation for the moment our bodies would become one. I tried to pull you gently to me...but alas, a force so great surrounds you that I cannot penetrate it's protective shield.
Our eyes still fixed...our faces ebb closer..and closer...until finally only our lips touch...merging into one.
I gasp for air. My eyes open wide. Darkness surrounds me. Leaving me with only the essence of you on my lips.
A new year has begun...



O, Babes wrapped in swaddling clothes, what did the world let happen to you?
Whilest the rest of the children worried about shining new bikes, what Santa would not forget and throwing tantrums because they had too much on their plates...
Your pets were rats, play toys were rocks found in the barb-wire yards coupled with any imagination you could muster up while your nostrils were filled with the stench of your parents burning in the ovens.
If you were lucky, tonight you would accidentally get an extra spoonful of watered-down broth or, better yet, during line-up you would be lucky enough to be shoved in the back, far away from the barrels of the Gestapos, randomly blowing the brains out of skulls for amusement.
Children of the Holocaust, millions that there were, how many prayers went unsaid for you?
As the world turned it's head, half hoping it was not true, the other half trying to get to you but outnumbered by the Madman's puppets
God knew...watched...cared...
It was not in vain for now you sit with your wings in heaven's highest ranks.



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