My Daughter In Heaven

Ali

I have to admit to you all-
I DON'T know exactly what
the scream of the dreams mean.
In my dream:
I was almost masturbating on a bed,
thinking,
"Is there sex in Heaven?"
And she opened the door
with another woman by her side.
Enter-
My Angel,
Gloria.
"Terpiscore".
So irrelavant to oblivion
I almost didn't name my children
for twelve years
since I lost them through some kind of
WAR.
I almost masturbated.
It's a sin,
through God,
I've learned,
so I won't do it.
A mortal sin.
And Gloria?
At the base of the bed,
right arm extended straight out,
right leg up to reach her hand,
dressed in a belly dancer child's costume.
I looked at her first,
she had grown so much since the last dream.
This time,
about ten now.
She's so beautiful.
And I wonder how an animal of a doctor,
or a drunk father of a rape,
thinks about his children,
those children I pray for every night,
lost in abortion.
The fathers and doctors
lost in arguements over:money,lust,and greed-
do they dream at night of their children dancing?
Or do they even sleep at all?

FinsburyParkCarrots

This is real, Ali.

Thank you.

Ali

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

This is real, Ali.

Thank you.

anything for you finns.
and THIS IS NOT A POEM is very catchy for a poem title.:)

Now I must retreat to my outside deck-porch,
watch the traffic pass,
and chain smoke and pray.
I tell ya finns,
Its all I do anymore beside meditate.
the bars seem full of cling on strangers and coke whores.