Friday, October 24, 2014

Black and Blues 2014

The brothers and the sisters
And all of the well wishers
The bastards and the legitimates too

The beater and the broken
And those with crimes unspoken
They’re all waiting for their next cue

The hero and the coward
And those that are devoured
The too many and the too few

The lowly and the highly
All of those who follow blindly
They’re all singing the black and blues

                You sing high or you sing low
                You set sail or say land ho
                You do what you do ‘cause you do it so well
               
                You try hard or not so much
                You say it’s  go, or say it’s touch
                You do what you do ‘cause you got a story to tell

The misters and the misses
And all the little kisses
The spinsters and the bachelors woo

The sinners and the saints
And the ones who say they ain’t
They’re all waiting in the next pew

The slow dogs and the cool cats
And all the hungry street rats
They’re all trying to get a view

The blessed and the meek
And those who seem so chic
They’re all singing the black and blues


                You sing high or you sing low
                You set sail or say land ho
                You do what you do ‘cause you do it so well
               
                You try hard or not so much
                You say it’s  go, or say it’s touch
                You do what you do ‘cause you got a story to tell

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Goodbye

Puffed cigarettes and lies
Wine and heartfelt tries
Promises and cries
Early morning goodbyes

Broken words and lies
Questions and surprise
Pleading and cries
Late night goodbyes

Ignorance and lies
Blindness and broken ties
Disbelief and cries
Only silent goodbyes

Nothingness and lies
Empty phone and empty lines
No longer any cries
Goodbye. Goodbye




Tuesday, October 14, 2014

I Am

I am many things

I cry when I’m forlorn
I carry the tears with me
Perhaps for much too long

I am many things

I trust with all my heart
I give freely of my soul
Not only just a part

I am many things

I smile with delight
At the simplest things
Even those that might seem trite

I am many things

I dance when no one’s near
I embrace the feelings of myself
And reject my inner fears

I am many things

I’m angered by things unjust
I turn crimson at the thought
At all the misplaced trust

I am many things

I am a woman. I am a girl
I bend. I crack. I break.
Yet still as precious as a pearl.


image:  Woman Under a Red Umbrella.  P. Awapara

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Not Guilty

I need no favors, if you care to give
I need no tries
I need nothing explained to me
I can barely look you in the eyes

An omission for the “good” of me
Is the reason you have claimed
An omission is nothing more than a lie
Just wrapped in honey, so you can’t be blamed

Memories show, like moving pictures
Reflected on my face
Trust is shattered, like broken glass
I have been cut by poetry wrapped, in lace

My worn and torn heart was shattered
You were trying to make it whole
Then you chose a different path
Disregarding the friendship of our two souls

You were a rock, a friend of mine
A person unlike anyone
Yet the smoke still lingers in the air
As you hold the smoking gun

“Not guilty” is the plea you chose
As you caused another crack
“Not guilty” to the deception you untold
As I remove the knife from my back



Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The Struggle

I'm struggling to be here
In a world that’s barely a day
To wake up each morning to nothingness
And put on my makeup of gray

To line my eyes with coal
To brush my cheeks with dust
To coat my lashes with sludge
To cover my lips with mistrust

What is the point of my being here,
To prove that I was borne?
Existing is nothing to being alive
As dying is nothing to being mourned

Why go through life unloved,
Like a cup or a balloon?
I served my purpose, for a time
Soon my parts will be shattered and strewn

For no one loves a cup
And little life, has a balloon
One is a vessel to serve one’s needs
The other a bubble to be harpooned