Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Old hello's

Old hello's

Scars.... Are physical
reminders of lessons
some in which he
wish he didn't have
to learn / time supposedly
heals all but certain relations
kept him linked to that lessons
initial burn

His hero as a
child never was
viewed through a
tv screen / his
dad and the time
they shared wasn't
much but to him
granted the world couldn't
mimc it's means

his father also
a mother her role
stolen as he was
conceived so his father
worked double making
sure the blessings from two
was always received

When ever his father
worked he would pay
visits to uncle dean /
now dean wasn't blood
related but time hand
crafted his family positioning

He trusted him...
his uncle...
family declared by
time a real brother
his father made it
seem but when ever
his care was at hand
he was forced to embrace
an awkward scene

The pain would all
begin once his uncle
said " lets play bring to
life uncles favorite dream " /
a game he hated to play but
was told never to tell or
his dad was someone he can
forget about ever seeing

He trusted him...
a child yet he knew
right from wrong a
concept which told him
fun never had to sting
but the love he had for
his hero kept him silent
he never said a thing

Now an adult...
and the sight of his father
reminds him of dean/
the old tales he repeatedly
told gradually removed the
scabs reintroducing them
childhood stings / vivid
memories brought back
to life every scene when he
heard his name / stripped
of his innocence tied down
and told you'll feel pressure
but promise not to scream

Old hello's

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