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Broken Wings
 
Text Box: There are many unanswerable questions in this life, and yet we still strive for understanding to make sense of why bad things happen to seemingly good people all the time. Most of us believe in a higher power, and in his infinite wisdom he is the master puppeteer pulling the strings behind the scene. Even with our faith intact questions still swirl around us during those times when we’re alone with our thoughts and dreams about the path we’ve chosen and the people we’ve loved. You open your heart to love with the best of intentions, and believing completely in the notion that when love is given fully and truly it will reward its true believers with happiness. We walk blindly into love with a smile on our face, and when lov Text Box: disappoints, unable to live up to its vaunted pedestal; the descent into self-doubt is swift and immediate. Very few ever make a full recovery, and for those who do, love’s magic is now tainted, the scars are worn in their eyes and love’s pedestal forever lowered. Love is a perfect beautiful entity, but in the fallible hands of humans it can be easily distorted for our own destructive purposes. With the joy love can bring to our hearts it also comes with its silent partner, heartache. What other emotion can have you believing that all is possible and in its same breath cause you to doubt everything you are when it breaks your heart? There is something to be said about going into love with both eyes open, but love is about the suspension of disbelief and fe Text Box: if any ever see the pitfalls right in front their face. Everyone else sees them except you. Why is that? Simply because we choose to have faith that another person will feel what we feel and take that walk with us, and give life to the beautiful picture we have framed in our mind. We choose to believe in the fairytale that often times only exist in movies and the imagination of great writers and poets. A great poet will tell you that he labors long hours over his words, and the finished product is beautiful but his readers never know the depths of his struggles to craft that perfect poem. Love is like a poem in many ways; they both sound beautiful and evoke emotions of yearning passion but behind the scenes, a lot of hard work has gone into creating the illusion we so desperately want to believe is ours for the asking. Text Box: As I write this I am reminded of Corinthians 13: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. The world is filled with so much hopelessness and darkness that we are all broken in different ways. We look to love for ourselves, for another soul, for God to heal our broken wings. If in that love, we can find fulfillment to fly again then love has served its true purpose. Freedom to express our true nature, fly beyond our greatest expectations and make ourselves into who we were truly meant to be from birth. Love has these powers. You just have to believe. (Finished at 12:45, 6/23/05) Dean Jean-Pierre (This work is copyrighted)

A Trusting Heart
 
Text Box: In his lifetime, he’s broken many more hearts than he’s healed. He takes no pride in saying this, but only makes mention of it to let you know that he’s fully aware of the damage he’s inflicted upon women who have only tried to love him. There are nights when their faces blend into each other playing like a movie reel, and their tears become one long river that has no end. It’s during those times when the night is his companion does his true nature come out for air and for a short breath of melancholy. On one such night, he was allowed passage into the heart and mind of one of his victims, and he felt the depths of the pain and suffering his callous nature had caused. We will call this innocent one, Trusting. We will call the man what he is, Predator. When Trusting first laid eyes on Predator her soul leapt into her heart for in him she thought she had found the man she had walked with every night in her dreams. His words filled her with hope that he could feel the loneliness in her heart, and he would step out from the shadows, take her hand and do what no man before him had done-see beyon Text Box: her beauty and love the woman inside. Predator had covered his inner ugliness in some nice clothes, sweet perfume, a half decent body and a smile that said hello. They all served as distractions from his ulterior motive, which was to seduce Trusting into giving to him her most precious possessions: her heart, mind and body. Trusting being so trusting gave Predator these gifts willingly. So adept at spotting vulnerability was Predator that the moment he looked into the eyes of Trusting he felt her loneliness, and for a fleeting second his heart ached for her. There was a time, a long time ago when Predator had felt this same loneliness, and wondered aloud many a nights why God had forsaken him. The only answer he heard was silence, and Predator answered that silence by losing hope. When all hope is lost and abandoned apathy soon comes home to roost. Trusting had seen Predator’s type before; they were all his type. Men with words sweet enough to give you a cavity, but not enough Text Box: to fill your soul. They would feed you just enough to keep you needy and wanting, but at the end of the day their love was like Chinese food; it always left you feeling hungry and wishing that you had tried something else. Trusting still wanted Chinese because this time, as had been the mantra of so many women before her, it would be different. Different only comes when you’re able to be happy in your skin, and able to enjoy the pleasure of your company. The scent of loneliness and desperation hovers over you like a weight perilously close to crushing your spirit. When a man smells that he will attack it, feed on it and leave its bones behind for the next Predator to feed on. Trusting was now in the grasp of the King of Predators. A regular ole Predator’s only motivation is sex. Once he gets it then he moves on another Trusting. Now this King Predator is like a ghost, his movements are undetectable, and his actions cloaked in darkness leaving you blindsided after his hit and run. King Predator goes after the pussy last because in hi Text Box: arrogance it’s a foregone conclusion that he will get it. It’s only a matter of when he wants to feed on its nectar. King Predator will seduce your mind with words you’ve only heard about or read in books. That which is foreign and unknown is always most desirable. Once the mind is seduced, the heart unable to resist the lure of being in love will follow without a second thought to its own safety. Two down one to go. The dance is almost over, and all that remains is to claim his prize, to bed her down. The smile of satisfaction Trusting will see on Predator’s face as she falls asleep in his arms is not one of love or desire to want to know her better. His smile represents another conquest, and his mind has already put their beautiful moment in the past, and he’s already thinking of the next Trusting somewhere out there just waiting for him to ease her loneliness. (This work is copyrighted) back to short works