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| Coming Soon: Social Disease: The Reconciliation of a Gay American Male |
| BLURB Author J L Foster bares more than his soul in this politically driven escapade of poetic freedom. Composed of four delicately structured sections - The Drowned World, Division of the Heart, Social Disease, and My Reconciliation - the author displays the mortal, and often immortal, struggles of a gay American male living in today's society. Foster proudly and loudly speaks against the Bush administration and the War in Iraq, he tells the tale of blossoming and continuing love between him and his life partner, and he embraces the fears and questions that arise with the threshold of death. Political, religious, personal, and perhaps even crucial, this is a collection of poetry like no other before it, and it is one that you will devour time upon time again. Sit down and bear witness to his Social Disease. EXCERPT - COPYRIGHT 2008 - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
Four selections from the upcoming poetry collection. Touch I know it like it’s my own… Your touch… The way you hold me when I’m cold and naked… The way you love me when I’m ashamed of my faults… The way you take tenderness In things that would otherwise be bitter and hard. When you caress me… When you kiss me… When you promise you’ll never let me go… You make me feel whole. Complete. You make me real, No longer a puppet to the strings of life’s lies. You cradle me like a child, And you respect me like an elder. You have faith in me. You have belief in my dreams. I know that when you touch me, I have been touched by life. I have been touched by love. Please… Love of my Life… Touch me again… Alright Alright… Alright… Alright, Alright, Alright! I did what they needed. I said what they wanted. Alright. I played the games that they played. I took the stakes that they made. Alright. I gave up some of my freedoms For a place in their kingdom. Alright. I kept silent and blind And locked the door to my mind. Alright. Alright. Alright, Alright, Alright! I turned the other shoulder To prove that I was bolder. And now that I am older, I have run out of shoulders And my tongue is even bolder. My tolerance is over. Alright. Alright. Alright, Alright, Alright! I will no longer hold my tongue Or flee my freedom on the run. Alright. I will no longer just stand by And watch our leaders flat out lie. Alright. I will not support the war That we fight on foreign shore. And I’d hate to be a bore But we cannot just ignore That if we’d listened to Al Gore We might not need that foreign shore. Alright. The solution to pollution And the oil that we’re using And the lives that we’re losing And the money that we’re juicing And the morals that we’re placing On the hatred that we’re facing Lie in the hands Of the man Who in the oval office Stands With his chin in the air And his arrogance a flare And a smile on his face. Who cares of his disgrace? His term is almost done. It can all be undone. It is time for a change And we can all rearrange The habits of this freedom land. It is time to take a stand. Alright. Alright. Alright, Alright, Alright! It Is Time It is time to take a stand. It is time to take a stand. It is time to take command. It is time to take a stand. It is time to take some action. It is time for satisfaction. It is time to take some action. It is time to get a reaction. It is time to take a stand. It is time to take a stand. It is time to own this land. It is time to take a stand. It is time to take conviction. It is time to take admission. It is time to take conviction. It is time to take position. It is time to take a stand. It is time to take a stand. It is time to lend a hand. It is time to take a stand. Hear My Song For all the souls that I made weep, I pray the Lord those souls to keep. For all the hearts that I’ve made break, I pray the Lord those souls to take. For all the sorrows that I made grow, I pray the Lord to help them go. For all the pain that I’ve passed out, I pray the Lord to make it stout. For all the words that crossed my tongue, I pray the Lord they be undone. For all the times I’ve made amends, I pray the Lord the trouble ends. For all the rights that I’ve turned wrong, I pray the Lord to hear my song. Look for the complete collection this September, and be sure to check out the album this fall! |
