As How Can I Never Forget My Her Words Of Truth... (poem) by - - - - - -

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on September 25, 2005

Hi Trask-
You been there and done that- With reading your Bio and all your writings-
They touch deep-
Your care for the children is highly commended-
What you been through, your able to express the reality of that pain-
WE need to hear it over and over- Let your healing take place each time-
I'm proud of the Poetic profit you are-
Speak it LOUD and ProuD! your friend-WArmly and Sweetly,Sheee

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on September 22, 2005

This brought tears to my eyes, my friend. If all these things never happened to you , you would not be the man you are today. A man who screams to the world the TRUTH. A prophet who CARES about the little precious children of the world, a man who understands the plight of the homeless because you were homeless yourself...living six months in your car. You KNOW how they feel...because you LIVED it, my dear friend. God is using you as a tool to keep us informed of what is REALLY happening. Newspapers do not print the whole story...TRASK knows the truth. Your childhood has made you strong, my friend. It has made you never afraid to stand up for what you believe in. I admire you so much.

I am proud to be...

Your TRUE friend, Linda

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on September 10, 2005

The facts are hereby presented; the message duly delivered in
"As How Can I Never Forget My Her Words Of Truth...", - and I
had the opportunity to read the words of the Prophet-Poet, - which
gave me nourishment to my mind.

This composition rich in symbolistical, surreal, impressionist,
natural imageries and contents dealing on teleological, social,
ontological, historical and theological subjects, did etch a
picture of true Poetry's tasks on my mind.

I salute Your Sublime Grace, Poet!

May Your Life be a Long Healthy Creative One.

Thank You for standing by the WELL of wisdom.

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on September 9, 2005

Water cleanses and gives new births as words. Fire purges and clears a path. We walk the journey, cleansed again.
blessin's Bro Trask,
cynth'ya

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 9, 2005

This is painful but honestly expressed and shared. May you find love, peace, and strength, TRASK.

Regis

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on September 9, 2005

Yes TRASK..YOU are obviously clairvoyant..you went thru hell but now you can show heaven to all and sundry..to all who will listen..even after such a dark childhood you managed to remain sane and full of love..that is to be commended..your love for children is a gift you give to others..thanks for being here..you are sorely needed..
many blessings to u TRASK!

Vesna*

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on September 8, 2005

Gosh, Trask. Sounds like your childhood was as f*ked up as mine. I feel for you!! s for God, I cannot believe in a deity who would deliberately hurt people, or allow them to be hurt. . .particularly children. DO believe in a spirit that grows when we connect with other people in a good way. . .at least try to do the right thing.
Peace,

Phyllis

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on September 6, 2005

Trask, Relate to this one,....Big Time.
I was a really great kid , but as F-KED UP events had it.
I had to experience F-ked up situations that no one could've prepared me for . I found God really earloy though, and I have hung onto Him with everything I have ever since.
peace and like they say; 'Talk about That Shit!"",
Rich Criso Suarez

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on September 6, 2005

(((TRASK)))

I'm sorry you went through hell on earth...a heartbreaking write, excellently penned.

(((HUGS)))) and love, Karla. :(

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on September 4, 2005

Ah Trask, the pain you suffered opened your heart to the lost children of the world,

How My Heart Truly Hurts-How I Truly Defy (God) In My Own Pain_

In Dire Tears For All Those Lost Dead Little Children, I Remain_

Your heart is as powerful as your mind.

Reindeer

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on September 4, 2005

Thanks for sharing....I also knew when my mom or dad would be mad at me.....because I was the naughty one I knew it was coming...bigtime....but never listened...some attention is better than none I guess!!

Love Tinka