GIVE ME BACK MY BROKEN DREAM – I died dreaming of living
Prostitutes hope sex and poetry
You corrupt deceiver in the night
Come when unseen
Promises of tomorrows delight
I heard your voice
I lost my sight
My flame extinguished
In your darkness dream
You promised light
You’ve come tomorrow
In the fears that have been
What have you done with my childhood dream
A world in peace and absence of lies
My neighbors care
There are no flies I want my Love
This hunger deep within
Slept with lust and lost the art
To touch your wound and play my part
A lover with some tender dream
Died the death of a mortal In your polluted stream
What of love I now see your charm
You promised me a life of thrills
Without the payment plan
I learned heartless drills
Pleasures with no boundaries set
My appetite was naked
There for all to wet
There it was I wept
In the shadow of the valley of death
The tears of a wounded child had dried
An angel up on high had cried
My broken cries were heard above
The immortal sang his song of Love
Mercy broke the thief’s domain
And there it was
I was born again
This hurt as I wrote it. Human trafficking into a loveless profession is a diabolically dark deception. To contemplate the journey, the suffering, the abuse and loneliness in the madness of a loveless profession undid my emotional plug. It enticed me into tears of intercession.
An inspiration for the artwork came from the Digital photo art I created many years ago.
The story embedded a deep impact in my heart in the rainstorm. At a traffic light, I viewed city light colors of a red light district and the question arose, “What troubles are secretly hungered for by those meshed in this lifestyle?”
The emotional journey led me in and out of my past. The heartache in broken promises, out of control lust, fear of being rejected, little respect for the opposite sex, manipulation, and lies. I had discovered the tears of someone’s daughter. The broken world I never understood.
Included in this artwork:
A photo collage of torrential rain on my car windscreen, two girls photographed on a park bench, a handmade pottery bowl and the photo of a dove from Brian’s rule of doves. The images I photographed in Auckland City, Snells Beach, and Warkworth.
When you consider sex you must agree, it’s the most powerful, attractive, beautiful and intimate experience known by man. That is, unless your conscience has been usurped by a perversion of Godless ideals.
The pleasure of love in sex as an emotional, physical, biological, psychological and spiritual experience is topped by no other passion, except for the intimacy of Gods presence. The author of all that is good points us to such pleasure. Lived within His guidelines, this wonder will be protected. The security of this trust and intimacy is a mystery to many who have experienced violations of the sexual act. I and many of my friends know this intimately.
There is no doubt, deep pleasure, for a season outside of these boundaries, is also fraught with pain. In the dark halls of favors for income, bestiality, rape, masturbation, all the darkness of human pleasure-seeking without boundaries bring shame into our conscious being.
These pleasures without moral boundaries cannot bring the peace and security we deeply crave to be a fulfilled person. When sex is coerced or forced it is a violation of all that is intended for good. Trust is broken and innocence lost. Initially, that sense of shame overwhelms into the darkness of secrecy. The damage is done and all the attending frustrations within a trapped lifestyle seem insurmountable. Treasures and promises are made but peace never comes. Where is prince charming?
Separation from reality is a dark road of secret loneliness. Only the person who feels trapped truly understands.
A sense of shame:
Initially, the sense of shame overwhelms into the darkness of secrecy and appealing physical pleasure. The damage had started. All attending frustrations ensnared a wish to live in a lifestyle lacking peace and the trust hungered for.
The dark road of loneliness is perpetuated without peace. Philosophies trying to cover or justify the pain abound but truth shouts loudly, a conscience has been seared.
Only an honest person trapped in the cycle truly understands. A person rescued from the cycle has wisdom and understanding echoing life in the joys of new found freedom.
This is their story and I write it for them. A story of deception and deliverance.
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Printed on long life archival canvas and fine art papers.
Poem typed on an iPhone 6s+, photographed with a Canon 5D Mark 1 and edited on an iMac 27″, in Photoshop CC.
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