{OF LOVE, PAIN AND AN ANGEL} DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES
THE SOUND AS THE MAN CONTEMPLATES THESE THINGS...
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Even when smiling his soul was tattered shreds whipped by savage winds, his heart a punctured vessel that leaked blood into the emptyness of his chest cavity.
Even when laughing it was full of irony.
This man spoken of was born a stranger in a strange land where his people had given up their identity to survive.
They had become something so far removed from who they were that the man he wondered if they could ever grow back.
He charged from birth with this knowledge spent many sleepless nights as the storm raging in him grew.
His pain... His pain and he sought to crush it through sex... so many women of such variety.
His pain grew and the man he sought love... A couple of times he swore he had found it only to have it come crashing down... Cards in descent.
The man he lived in this pain as he watched the children he had spawned out of his need grow... He afraid at times stayed away because he did not want his pain to translate to them... His bitter taste to touch their tongues.
He alone even when surrounded by so many... A lonesome stranger.
His silent cries threatening to consume the very being he was.
Alone in the depths of nights he wrote of so many things...
Alone in the depths of night where he had lived for so long.
He, Allah, angels and demons.
He begging of them to take him away from his duties for they consumed him in burning fire...
The pits of hell his abode.
It was in these pits that he heard her voice as it cut through the cries of his habitation...
She sounding so much like he imagined an angel must sound...
She speaking a language so embedded in he that he instantly recognized it as ancient.
They speaking lust bonded and the man... His soul it began to heal.
They speaking love... The universe it tilted for the man.
His pain once the only place he lived became a place that he visited as he told her in bits and pieces the story he had never told before.
He loving her so.
He afraid for this emotion it had the ability to destroy him...
To take him from the battlefield as sure as bullets and bombs... She the epicenter and the perimeter...
Her power so strong.
A queen, An angel and a siren as he drifted on open seas.
As he sought to make landfall.
To plant the flag of his country in her soil.
She the promised land spoken of in so many books of knowledge where his pain it would die a silent death.
The man, The woman, The healing.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
