This is my recitation to promote more understanding about the plight of battered women. It is done with music I wrote called Andrea's Lament.
In a sense she was one of the battered woman I knew very well. I worked on this with my good friend Rittmo who passed away this year. This will be included on a CD that will be a tribute to Rittmo done by his many friends who appreciated his work.

LYRICS:

Angular Circles

i must have pulled the ripcord
a million times
or is the air out of the balloon
no matter what the score
always a crash landing
broken only by boney boulders
just the thought of waking
another triumphant defeat
passes aimlessly by
can you see me crying
does any one see
least of all me
comatose i blend in
with the trash and the trees
leaves falling
a burial in denial
deep socketed dried up wells
of laughter laughing at me
have you heard me tumble
and break in angular circles
does anyone hear
least of all me
scraped and battered in tassles and rags
can you see my wounds
does any body see the scars
''who'd have thought
i had so much blood''
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Dawning

a tangible curve, bends into view
a feint lash lingers in darkness
dimmed cages parallel bars
sunlit shadows at the break of day
a stream of light grips and tugs
splitting the futility of begone terror
into speckled dust neatly swept away
arise in splendor anew
arise in ribbons and bows
the sun arose this morning
unblurred by flailing horizons
a long dead flame
reborn

Awakening

a fresh pink silhouette
adorns my flesh
like the rim of a lunar eclipse
as my little wonders awaken
my privelege to drink their poison
trembling in voices etched in the madness
forever an island washed asunder
twinkle as a sun sprinkled wave
upon an eddy
piled on yesterdays----- shredded with a kiss
like stains of virtue
dripping from my palate
harden and dry into clay visages
sculpted by me in the image of your
smile


rittmo'