LOSING BROOKE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

so now, I’ve given up on you

I never thought that day would come

I was the one who had your back

how could I have been so dumb ?

 

one should stand behind the outcast

and wish for nothing in return

but the only thing I got from you

was a painful lesson learned

 

I, the fool, believed your lies

as you’d deftly genuflect

you lost your freedom, then your kids

you lost your self-respect

 

( so conniving while you conjugate

so trifling as you manipulate

with half-assed lies you fabricate

through the destruction, you now navigate )

 

I realize now with cold resolve

the person that you are

just a fuck-up waiting to happen

alone at the end of the bar

 

so when you cross the finish line

on your road to self-destruction

when the drugs have all but crippled you

so that you can barely function

when all is lost

and you are on the bottom once again

this time, you will not hear from me

you can find another friend

 

 


As Beautiful As You by Jeffrey Littrell

 

sometimes when I stare

straight up at the night sky

the moon makes me smile

the stars make me cry

mountains rise up

and pierce the clouds through

but when your eyes flash like lightning

they’re not as beautiful as you

 

sometimes when I’m talking

with someone I just met

I’m holding on to a memory

trying hard to forget

their attention is fleeting

and their hearts not as true

they’re not as strong of a woman

they’re not as beautiful as you

 

I try to find words

that come from my heart

but to define my love

I don’t know where to start

trade winds blow

across oceans of blue

they’re not as constant as my love

they’re not as beautiful as you

 

 

 

 

 


Quand les gouttes de pluie se transforment en diamants by Jeffrey Littrell

Quand les gouttes de pluie se transforment en diamants
entourées par la rémanence,
d’un secret chuchoté doucement,
qui vous parle juste à vous,
Prendrez-vous le bas de l’avenue,
de votre péché bien gardé
Et ne montrer le plus profond de vous-même
la douleur que vous détenez en son sein.

Quand la lumière des étoiles se fane à la noiceur
et me drape en son linceul
Allez-vous me cajoler sur votre giron,
et me confier toute la vérité à haute voix
et quand les larmes perlent, si brillantes
en rire se transforment par magie
Allez-vous me tirer du ruisseau
et me porter dans la lumière.

© jeff Littrell


DAMAGED by Jeffrey Littrell

she can’t even meet their stare
from too many nights of helpless despair
broken, yet expected to please
in filthy rooms, down on her knees

the ends of her sanity frayed
the last of her blind faith betrayed
she’s damaged beyond all repair
lost in the misery, unable to care

she has no sense of direction
with a clouded perspective, it’s one more injection
nodding out on the bathroom floor
a walking ghost, a helpless whore


Thunder And Lightning ( when I saw you ) by Jeffrey Littrell

it was Thunder Over Louisville
the smoke hung in the night
there were thousands down on 4th Street
under the fireworks so bright

I was trying to get a taxi
at 6th Street and West Main
when she rushed under the canopy
it had just begun to rain

some might deem it happenstance
or perhaps, the hand of fate
that brought us both together
at that time and on that date

the wind came off the river
deftly lifting her skirt high
her umbrella was turned inside out
we laughed until we cried

she pulled out a pack of Dunhills
and I set one ablaze
we agreed to share the taxi
and I tried to turn a phrase

there was lightning in the skies above
and magic in the night
and for the first time in a long time
I knew I’d be alright


Black Ribbon, White Flag by Jeffrey Littrell

no one stands beside me
but my shadow on the wall
even in my dreams, I walk alone
my loneliness is painted grey
and hidden deep inside me
only to the mirror is it shown

I wish that I could take a knife
and cut the pain away
extract it like a tumor black with death
lest, this grief I carry
shall curse my remaining days
freed only when I reach my final breath

you don’t know what you have
until it’s gone, is what they say
I must convey I find this statement true
for the only time I felt alive
was when I held you by my side
the only one I’ll ever love is you


WHERE YOU AND I WILL GO by Jeffrey Littrell

 

there is a place where you and I will go

of golden-hued meadows, where clear, blue oceans flow

where sunlight quickly dries the gentle rain

absolving us of all our sins and pain

 

with laughing children singing nursery rhymes

families remember cherished times

a million miles above, there shines a bright, majestic star

and everything between is just the miracle we are

 

I’ll take your hand when we finally reach this place

that doesn’t know addiction, poverty, or disgrace

and with each beat from our hearts we will derive

the answer to the mystery of why we were alive

 

to love each other is our only task

to help raise the fallen and not wait for them to ask

along the path of righteous truth we’ll go

to this wondrous place where you and I will go

 

This poem is written for my friend, currently serving a 3 year sentence at the Indiana Women’s Prison at the IDC. What is life without timeless love, the dream of a better place, and redemption through the remarkable strength of the human spirit ?

 

“At the end of every hard-earned day, people find some reason to believe. “

– Bruce Springsteen

 

 


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