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Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my
kitchen. Surely a symbol of my madness. I can't help, but think, if the keys were
the days of my life, and the black ones represented the bad days, are there
enough black keys?? Fighting petulance, self-pity...losing...
Wondering if I can stand another minute alone. Atop my organ, music books,
and the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, another mad poet.
Plagued by physical agonies that merely complete a perfect circle of anguish
and distress. Even to worrying of misspelling a word again. Pure lunacy.
Remembrance of my 1863 death at Missionary Ridge, something I became
aware of as a young child before I'd ever heard of reincarnation. Or just an early
sign of the madness to come??
I am lost in a befouling miasma of deep despair. My life's hopes down to 2
desires; one last music band, and taking my son to Disneyworld. Money is
meaningless to me.
I am well aware that death is as natural as life. And I would venture to guess
that the loss of my father, my young cousin Billy, my dear friend Mark Trotiner, and
too many others, are "Business As Usual" in this universe. But not for me.
Being terminally ill myself is something I have long since come to terms with.
And what a reunion it will be!! But I must continue to go on surviving as though I
cherish this long and barren life.
My writing, especially my poetry, my poet friends, my music, my musician
friends, and a few relatives and others; these are the meds that work for me; not
the 30 or so pills I must deal with everyday. So thank you all.
And now an addendum, one which brightened my day:
Mark Trotiner long maintained that he gave Mark Knoffler (Dire Straights) the
idea for his hit song "Money For Nothing", when Mark Knoffler came into the
appliance chain store he worked in way back then, where he bought, and drove
off with several T.V.s, singing the prototype words he'd gotten from Mark Trotiner.
Over the years, I tested him repeatedly, looking for the tale-tell deviation in the
story one finds in a false tale. He never faltered, he never failed.
written 10th Aug 2013
I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"
She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"
BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”
He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.
So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.
Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…
D' Poetic Beast
Just an ordinary day on 20 January 2009 or so I thought
My phone rang, “Hi can you give me your work address please?”
Amazed by the voice on the other side,
So I asked, “Why do you need it?”
No my cousin is in town,
He needs to drop off something for you.
I gave my address like a fool,
Ten minutes later my phone rang again, my cousin is lost.
Can you meet him half way?
So off I went in search of a cousin I have never met,
Only to find out it is my best friend, whom
I have never met….
He flew into town for one day,
Just to surprise me…
The ordinary day changed into something extraordinary
I met my best friend
We talked, laughed and shared so much that day
It was like we have known each other all our lives
No uneasiness, no pretense
So off to lunch we went,
That was the best two hours of my life,
With just a handshake, no hug or kiss
And just as quickly he had to leave…
We have never seen each other since
That day, we use to talk on the phone all the time,
But with his battle against cancer,
It doesn’t happen that often anymore,
That day will always remain
My fondest memory…
“dedicated to my best friend”
09 December 2010
I know it’s hard but you have to try
How can you live your life lie?
You say you hate who you’re closest to, to another
But around him, he’s not like a cousin but a brother
How can you just let them take over you?
Next you’ll be a singer to
Just like him
The changes of you not being are very slim
You let him dress you, and tell you what to do, How to act
Becoming of what you used to hate as a matter of fact
He tells you who’s in and who’s out
You can’t lead so he does is that what its about?
You have always followed the crowd
Does that make you proud?
To not follow your heart
Minding them and playing your own part
But when you come around me I see what you want to be true
Or at least that’s what I used to think
But when I’m gone or your with them it all changes
Filled with nothing but perfect Barbie doll images
That’s like tonight I’m gone and all you do is talk
If you can talk then walk
Show me you can do something to do
Leading it on your own
This is about Achilles who is told that he can choose to either be immortal or kill Hector and
avenge the death of his cousin, but then be killed like a mortal.Achilles chooses to avenge
the death of his cousin and sacrifices his immortality for the same.
I am immortal, the Gods tell me,
My immortality is my fate's Gift to me.
Hector, the Prince of Troy, is a hero-
Strong, wise and just,
But he killed my friend
And to honour his friendship,
Avenge, I must.
Its our decisions that make our future,
And our beliefs that make us great.
Fate, the Temptress shall never be my master,
I do not believe in fate.
Our friends... they live in our hearts,
For them I will let my world fall apart.
Life 'is' nothing without those I love...
Let Death be my answer from Gods above.
If I kill Hector, Death will soon find me,
And to return to dust, will my fate be...
But immortal would be our friendship,
Though short , our lives may be.
Life is all about love
And to love and be loved is the only honour I seek.
I stand alone in the darkness
Trapped in an unpredictable world...
I am a legend,
Because I choose to live by my code,
To cherish my moments and memories,
To protect, honour and fight for those whom I love.
I live by my will and my strength,
And by the grace of the Gods above.
Hey angel baby,
This is just for you,
Take you back to our old school,
On the benches or the steps is where I use to hold you,
Where I held your hand in mine for the first time
My front yard is where you first told me hi
No one so beautiful had caught my eyes
Ask my brother he'll tell you knucklehead here was mesmerized
Then you smiled and I was hypnotized
Wanted to tell you I like you but I was too shy to do it
I think about it now, you were too
Because you had your cousin ask me out for you
But it was sweetly, innocently cute
Awe that’s one of my favorite memories of you
And hey word I was a lil perve and you know
Had a lil chubby 13yr old at night staring up at your window
What a fool but you were too awesome saying it was cool
We were young having fun when it was ok to be normal
And dumb was how we played like ‘10cents a minuet’
Matter of fact I got a jar full of dimes and I’m going to spend it ;)
For real though the time I had with you I loved every second
I know we both wish it hadn't ended
But it’s like it never did
Even though we moved on as teenage kids
You still been my best friend even through my bullshit
And you can have anything I can give
And oh I didn’t forget
SMILEY I love ya
From your best friend BUBBA
They won’t stop
I mean my friends
May be, we won’t stop
Think that is better
But for my Gunner friend
Fine boy, we all know
A smooth talking orator
An Engineer with a rare wisdom
With a posh car to cruise
Heaven was let loose on them his preys
A Gunner indeed,
Lost count of his prey cousins.
Cock barely crows
Before he landed on this day
Defying the heavy down pour
To come to a friend slaughter-alter
Smiling radiantly . . . un-endlessly
Suddenly became nice unusually
Why? Oh! He came for his prey cousin
She it who is at a friend’s wedlock.
His prey cousin whose name I know not
For her, he salivate . . . savor to Romeo
But he already has a Juliet
The one he ringed five moons ago
A dark-complexioned Queen
He ignited with a protruding belly.
Oh! On this day for the prey
He looked sportingly smart
In a Jean, T-shirt and a fez cap
He waited endlessly for his cousin.
Feigning to be calm
But obviously not cool
Despite heavy clatter of water above
For he desires desperately
To run gun shot on his cousin
What kind of cousin is this?
He paces round the Abattoir room
As her voice echoes in his ear
“I’m sorry, I’m coming
Please, wait for me love
I’m still in the wedding”.
Perturbed, yet pretends not disturbed
For there was no sight of her
He hissed countlessly
It was five hours past noon
Before I yawned twice
Time ran off me like a wild fire
Darkness took over the firmament
It dawned on the Gunner
No cousin prey to gun down today
A brighter day for the potbelly Juliet
It was a bad day for the Romeo Gunner.
I see the place she use to be
But she’s no longer there
Now it’s just a dark lonely room
With an empty chair
What happen to make her go?
Why did she go away?
She seems alright to all
But she’s not here today
She did not show a sign
That anything was wrong
Yesterday she was so happy
Shearing her favorite songs
I really miss her a lot
With her black hair
She was born in small town
In the south of India
Her parents name her sapna
When translate means dreams
She was just the perfect child
I guess she was bless it seems
She Become a medical student
So she can help the poor
She’s like the angel
That we all hope for
She likes plays basketball
And she makes me smile
She’s good in badminton
And she’s sometimes wild
Everymorning I awake in my bed
I think of my best friend sapna
And though we live different cities
We are never very far
Everyday I ask what she eat
She would smile and say roti
Then I told about my cousin teddy
Who loves roti dipped in tea?
But She just leave and
Now there is just an empty chair
And my heart brakes every time
When I don’t see her there
Why she leaves I will never know
And hope one day to see her again
Maybe In a hospital somewhere
Easing some poor person pain
And as long as the sunshine’s
And water flows to the streams
I will think of my friend sapna
When translates means dreams
wabba ubba my cousin bubba
just playing and do some rubba dubba
hop in and join me in this bigga tubba
Obba kayba ready for my rubba
waita tilla the kids hear about our
new wabba ubba bubba clubba
hubba bubba fat albert my chubba
youa bringa youra little yellow subba
youra going to sink our tubba
with all that blubba
hey hey hey watch out whatcha saybba
old weird Harold will dubba on that rubba
while mushmouth and russell wait at the clubba
for dumb donald to finish that other tubba
Causea me lovesa all my chubbas
givin fat albert thosea nicea rubba dubbas
Tribute To Fat Albert
The Cosby Kids
Fat Albert Mushmouth Dumb Donald
Russell Weird Harold Bill Rudy Buck
Mudfoot The Brown Hornet Legal Eagle