Do not tell me my father is a hero
My mother had to play his game
The sum of what I got from him is zero
She fought so I could have his name
My father beat my mother
Until she was broken
I know because
She always was
Sweet beautiful mommy I have tried
To avenge your honor since you died
Later he killed my brother
A secret unspoken
But I found out
There is no doubt
How I wish I could have known you Scott
I have never been and you were not
And then there is my Uncle Jack
Who made my life a nightmare
Growing up here in hell
This is why I do not care
For Christmas for it takes me back
To what I know so well
Silent night
Smell of death
On his breath
Nightmare night
How it hurts to write all this
I struggle to forget
Searching for the light in this
Dark lifetime of regret
Would I could make right all this
Bereft with what is left of me to be
Leaving hopeless known for hope unknown
To be with Silke now and destiny
For the first time I am not alone
Silent night
Nightmare night
Fight
Fight
Fight
Green for envy red for blood
Oh well
Christmas in my neighborhood
Of hell
Wary Christmas to all and to all a good night
Green for envy red for blood
I will sleep till tomorrow puts out your false light
Never to be understood
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
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Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 10, 2004
I wish for you and Silke a Christmas that can be the true Christmas spirit into your hearts. It would not remove the memories but it would bring happiness to the now and future. Thank you for sharing such a difficult time with us. Unfortuntely with the light of Christmas, also comes a darker side that you have had to live through.
Key word...Hope...though it be unknown it is still HOPE. For the past will retain it horror, but with the future though unknown, it still affords hope. This is a very good...emotional write. Your writing has a crispness to it...glad I found your place.
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
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Key word...Hope...though it be unknown it is still HOPE. For the past will retain it horror, but with the future though unknown, it still affords hope. This is a very good...emotional write. Your writing has a crispness to it...glad I found your place.
Allen