Guilty Until Proven Innocent by Stephen A. Dantes

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

I’m in a place where the eyes can’t see
Where the heart can feel
And where the lips can’t touch

I’m in a place where the eyes can’t see
Where the heart can’t tell
And where the lips can’t taste

I’m in a place where the eyes can’t see
Where the heart can’t beat
And where the lips can’t part

I’m in a place where there are no eyes to see
No heart to beat
And no lips to speak

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SOME OF YOUR COMMENTS

The Visable Man (January 3rd 2010): innocence.
A world of grey, night and day
Darkness overwhelming our every delight
Those silent screams, smiles of tears
Smog of forgotten flowers and Hummingbirds
Rain games, puddle play, mud pies and pillow fights
Tic-tac-toe, tag and dress up too

Fallen age doctors and nurses
Smiles of fire and piercing eyes
Burning flesh from every touch
Gifts of conscience reluctant acceptance

Shame so deep misplaced ownership
Wondering spirits seeking of love

Love, gifts, wealth?
Money, love?
Love?

Lisa (December 22nd 2009): That seems to be the place I am. Love your work. A master piece.

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