Tonight is quiet, maybe it needs to be. It’s been a year since, and I remember when I heard the news. It was April the first and I thought it was the most horrible April Fool’s Day prank. When I knew it was not a joke,  my first thought was “Was it one of our’s?”  One of the ones I work with at the store. But realized:

They are ALL “our’s”.

I thought about how scary it seemed that this had happened and, how the world didn’t seem so scary before. It was BECAUSE of “Them” that it wasn’t so scary before. The thin blue line they call it, between chaos and peace. Those special people that handle what we cannot or couldn’t, so we can remain comfortably oblivious in our lives. Till we need them at our beck and call, or until we do something and want to blame them for ‘picking on us’.

They are never ‘off duty’. They are there, with their families, with an eye on our kids when they wander away from us just for a minute at the mall. Making sure nothing happens, never saying a word, until we notice and retrieve our little one. The ones that wouldn’t pass an accident until they know help is coming.  The ones that would intervene if someone was being shoved around in a parking lot. There to look after us while we are in large groups having a good time, there to pull us back from the edge if our ‘good time’ begins to turn into a mistake that could cost someone their life, or ourselves our dignity or a few teeth. There to allow us and our kids to sleep peacefully at night, when their own families can’t because of the job they do….for US.

When they are home, they can’t be oblivious to the world like we can.  Because once you know, you can’t unknow again.

How do you say Thank you for that? How could you begin to? Because what they do everyday isn’t just ‘something’ it’s EVERYTHING.

I feel so deeply honored to know the officers I know, they are some of the best people I know and I cherish them so much. I want them to know that.

Posted by LadyBlak Mon, 03/31/2008 - 22:06

 

Pained

Pain every day your presence haunts me

why you stay even after death your ghost stays haunting me

every other of us says i am just losing my mind after so long

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come...

come to me
dirty
wounded
black and blue all over
let me lick
dry blood off your face
i need your lips - not your smile
enter me and
don't leave me
breathless
don't leave me
at all

nadja
Feb 15, 2002

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The Soucoyan (Caribbean)

On Dominica there exists a creature known as the soucoyan. The "official" explanation of this creature's origin is that it is a curious combination of West African spiritualism and 18th Century Catholicism.

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Vampires don't exist ... or do they?

At the base of the Bihor mountains in Rumania,
The village of Solta is the place,
Where the Vampire's stirring in the night takes place,
As he impoverishes the town,
In his quest for sanguine ecstacy!

There are no such things or are there?
This morning I awoke in an utmost stupor!
Two puncture holes above my jugular,
He will strike again tonight!
When the moon is full and bright,
Leaving me almost dead and in agony!

By day the children search for garlic buds,
To be placed in the windows,

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Another One

I miss you, dark angel,
In ways I never thought
I would;
As A cup-companion,
A partner in adventures,
Confidant & co-conspirator,
Fellow-lover of pseudo-life:
We hunted together
In the shadows, the cloak of the night.
Even though Another wooed me towards the Light,
Seduced me for time into the Day.
But it did not last,
The sun set.
You remind of the patient Darkness
In my own soul;
The windows which, drawn, could be curtained
Or withdrawn to show a glimmer of shuttered light.

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