Until
My language and voice to give what I saw as truth was crippled
I crippled my voice myself to keep the unwanted language at a distance
Unable to do harm because love and death are the same word
I thought the walls I built were as strong as a granite to keep the words out
Until
Until you found my heart and made it virtuous
Until you found my bed and made it virtuous
Until you eroded the granite stone fortress against the unwanted words
A new sound has entered into my ears that are not frightful
It does not matter if we are in the quiet hours of the night
Or in the golden daylight of a July afternoon
Wherever the words new sound travels in laughter or tears
We could be holding hands or kissing the new sound
You could be angry at me or I angry at you
Sings sings sings out
The new sound the new song of my wanted language
I
Love you
The Pioneer of Hope Collapsed
The pioneer of hope collapsed
At the feet of the veteran of despair
The pioneer's funeral was a sad occasion
The preacher was late being caught up up in cross town traffic
And forgot the the name of pioneer fumbling through his notes
An out of tune marching band played the Danse Macabre
The faint hearted mourners wrapped in bronze dread
Their acid malevolent blind eyed faces void of the next day
Projected out onto the super highway's dead end
Were turning to pillars of cynicism
Deaf mute and blind
Yet
Somewhere a sunlit cellar
Here there and everywhere
Seen and not seen
Scene and not scene
The orphaned children of the pioneer
Are secretly birthed Zeus
I Was a Disease
I was a disease
All that came close to me got sick
Until she soothed the man
And made me human
The end of pain
She took into the shadow of love
She did not lead me
She did not hold my hand
She was not the Stalker in the zone of love
I took footfall steps of trepidations steps
Sliding one foot carefully in front of me
I crossed to the other side of the shadow
Like a swimming reaching the far shore of a lake
I wanted to shout out the love that renewed me
She put a finger to her lips
A whispered is the proper refrain
Do not shout out my love like a boastful worshipper
Do not make a scene of my redemption
To be in it is enough
To live it is enough
I walked through the shadow of love
Bionote
Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His writings have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India and England. He has three books published. He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award.
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