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He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things
You really are a genius
in your field of technicalities,
with which you thoroughly water;
A wife, a place of your own,
and a destination in mind
You'll find me in the corner
(no not a corner... think rounded edges,
much more safe)
Half past ten, still in bed,
with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed
(I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression... more likely
just a descendant of Scrooge)
Your perfectly organized life
(my just screw it attitude)
Well I must say you are on your way,
but where exactly too?
I solemnly wish
we had, but one thing
in common, dearest brother,
Even with the knowledge
that I wrote this for you
I'm sure deep down
you'd think this quite sappy
And being the person that I am
I'd immediately think of tree metaphors
(now what what rhymes with cedar?)
And being the person you are
you'd probably just go about your day
wondering about the latest Apple product
You live next door
and yet somehow
galaxies came between us,
Practical you gathered sticks and stones
for your shelter here on Earth
(I was too busy daydreaming
From the moment I opened my eyes
and peaked my little head out
from the pool in the backyard,
we were brothers, through and through
... so why do I have this nagging urge
to shake your hand and ask
"Have we met?"
~ My Primary Emotion~
Three days ago I decided to become heartless by
eliminating my Spirit and Soul I could not take
the agony anymore.
I urged my lawyer to come, he looked at me and
asked, what is wrong? Gazing at him said,
I don't regret committing that felony against them
I need to be punished lets go to court.
Having no reaction, looking disoriented he
opened the door walked me to his car & drove
Standing opposite the judge I stared at
him bluntly, he was reviewing my report
looked at me ushered to sit in the box
to be persecuted.
The defense lawyer aware of my crimes
seemed intrigued and asked, madam
what caused you to retaliate against your
Spirit & Soul?.
I needed to disrupt their thoughts which
turned against me, the chaos in my brain
became unbearable, exhausted by their
discussions aggravated my strength
weakened me, my whole body was
antagonizing, intentionally forcing my
thoughts to become heartless, merciless
when I attacked them.
Both profited from my kindness my
patience, my healing was not responding,
needing some peace to pray for a miracle
as my young brother today is near death,
cancer of the lungs, he`s getting colder by
the minute, not eating, not socializing, alone,
my tears were overflowing beyond control,
when I heard a friendly whisper coming from
my Heart crying, enough is enough your thoughts
need to stop to allow yourself recognize wrath is
unbearable, your sorrow is taking you nowhere,
wait for the diagnosis.
Out of compassion the judge set me free
my kindness befriended my Spirit & Soul
together we went back home. Waiting.
I was surrounded by them knowing
ahead of me will be the longest night
I will ever experience in years, because
I was determined to stay awake
for that call.
The echo of the ringer came louder than usual
we heard this message!
Minutes ago he was wide awake
Minutes ago his heart tore him away
minutes ago his casket was carried astray
minutes ago underground he will lay.
Minutes ago I wished him an endless
goodbye with a sigh.
My friends held me step by step walked
me to bed covered me up stayed until I had
no more tears to shed.
Those were my emotions for today. Grieving
over the loss of my young brother. Sadness.
Contest of Dan Williams. Primary Emotion Today..
I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.
A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.
I called out your name and shed many a tear.
And hoped in my heart that you would appear.
God took you from us that fine sunny morning.
Our lives now shattered without any warning.
Your work here on earth has finished this year.
Your books and teachings you spread far and near.
It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years.
And when my time comes I will have no fears.
You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before.
When I call to your house and knock on the door.
Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.
I will ask the lord your soul to keep.
And if you find any time away from your books.
Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.
Focus means everything!!!....
In times of our lives we strike out but it is a team sport.
Think about when you hit that home run!!!!!!!
It really doesn`t matter at that MOMENT who was there and who wasn`t.
Who applauded and who didn`t.
Moments are all we have, when "time" itself was calculated by the stars and man;
therefore i fail to believe it truly exists.
Love and The Fight For Survival continues on............
(Let's play ball!!!!!!!!~incidently my all time favorite sport to play, watch, and
burn 'em, every chance I get!)
Spring is here!!! WoooooooHooooo!!!
Life is just that way.
Thanks to all for allowing me to openly express myself here at
this soup, where there is no norm in form, it's just poetryman.
No right, no wrong...
Let's shake hands because it sure has been an exciting game that at times I didn't
realize I was even playing...!
All in all life is sweet and short.
May you be blessed in your lives and your creatitity.
Brother I grew up in front of your eyes
I have seen you tear in silence
You don’t have to hide your pain
For I understand
Why you can’t meet your mother’s gaze
You have been brave
Roaming the streets late at night
We prayed for your safe return
Each time you felt the need to be alone
She broke your spirit
Made you feel less than a man
She convinced you that you were insane
She broke you down
Isolated you from family and friends
Made you to sit and wait while she sleeps the day away
Your soft nature in her eyes a weakness
She knew how to pull your strings
And have you dance to her tune
You have endured her physical and mental abuse
Silently loosing yourself
Your business and dreams took second place
Dancing to her every tune
Waiting on her hand and foot
Whilst having affairs at work
The Great career woman
She broke you totally
Drove you over the edge
Working late nights to support her shopping sprees
Exhaustion drove you to crystal meth
Introduced by a friend
She boasting to her friends
Her raised voice your submission
Belittling and insulting you in front of your staff
You know what, Yahya
You have come a long way
Finally you have made it back
You have conquered all the hurt
Your future bright
Success in the palms of your hands
Rise above it all
Show what you are made of
You were once a self made man
You can do it again
The family believes in you
Take a moment to forget what you are doing and join two brothers in the woods....
We are in the Ozarks hunting turkey. The land is bordered by national forest and criss-crossed by trails. These trails are a popular place for hikers, trail-riders, and backpackers to enjoy the natural beauty of the mountains. It is on one of these trails that we spy three hippies, (no offense intended...I love hippies) making their way to the cliffs where one can get a good view of the waterfall. I know right away that I can't let the opportunity to converse with hippies slip past me. So, when they have gotten rather too close, we step out on the path. Imagine, if you will, walking up a peaceful mountain trail, thinking of the beauty around you, listening to the springs glide down gentle slopes and jagged cliffs, and believing that there isn't another person for miles around. Then, two large men in leaf-suits with faces painted black and green step in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You can understand now, the reaction of three unsuspecting hippies. The first hippie freezes in his tracks and gives a short, sharp, "Ah!". The second hippie, who is a female, makes some sort of awful squeaking sound that resembles a baby rabbit being eaten by coyotes. The last hippie, with a quickness that is quite impressive, considering he is higher than the mountain, turns ... and runs. I am far too entertained by the events unfolding to say anything, but my brother isn't.
"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down. We're just hunting ... didn't mean to scare ya."
"Yes we did." I think.
While the first two push their hearts back down their throats, the running hippie makes his way back in shame, and I know it's time to win them over......
*Yes, I know this is nothing more than a story, but it was fun for me to look back on and write. Plus, it isn't all that long, so I thought I would post it. Part two will be up shortly.
"Well, heidi-do ya'll?"... blank stares all around. Not a single one of them has any clue what was just said. I clear things up for them.
"Means, how are you guys doing..."
"Oh, we're fine. Thank you. How are you fellas?"
My brother confuses them next.
"We'd be doin' better if the longbeards were gobblin'."... blank stares all around.
"We're hunting turkey and not having much luck."
"Oh, that's too bad."
I see at this moment that, whether good or bad, they are waiting for us to make a move. They are three very confused and slightly nervous hippies, so I invite them to lunch.
"Yeah, I reckon. We got one this mornin'. We were just about to go back to camp and cook some up. Would ya'll care to join us? It's only a mile or so from here. There's plenty ... and I promise you'll love it."
I can see the same thought pulse through each of their minds ... "Deliverance". The lead hippie notices my amusement at their uncertainty and takes it as a sign of goodwill.
"You know what ... we'd be glad to join you guys for lunch."
Every part of my being desperately wants to say, "Good deal ... by the way, you sure got a purty mouth." The better part of me, however, quells such thoughts of mischief.
So, the three hippies join us. It turns out that all three are meat eaters, as long as it's unprocessed, and all three tear through the breaded and pan fried turkey as if they've had nothing to eat for a month besides love and sunshine. They had come from Fayetteville with plans of roughing it for a few days near the waterfall.
My brother and I eat, tell stories, and keep them entertained. They eat, listen, and try to decide what planet we are from. It is soon time to part company and we bid our hippie friends, farewell. Just before they are out of earshot, I call to them.
"Ya'll be careful, now! And don't let the mountain whoop y'ass!" ... blank stares from a distance ... are followed by healthy smiles and friendly waves goodbye.
Until we meet again ... hippies.
you don't them
you see someone bad
looking kind of sad
do it if you can
help them stand
do it from within
BE A FRIEND
A fist clenched, face muscles flexed on pinched cheeks, huge sinews appeared on his neck,
The veins in his arms were like twisted lengths of blue rope and his eyes bulged in his anger,
His brother lay face down in a rancid pool, a lifeless corpse, another name in a very long book,
Ghosts in a grey dawn, moving then disappearing, then boom as mighty cannons fire into the sky.
Turning the body over, wretched wounds had ripped his face, ripped his youth, ripped away his life,
A gray morning, the same as other mornings, cold grey twilight, but this day will never be forgotten,
The strong brave man, who had seem so much, cried uncontrollably and his hot tears fell bitterly,
He knelt in filth, to cradle his younger brother and rocked backwards and forwards, unbelieving.
Once they played on long sultry hot days and when the rain fell it refreshed scents in the warm air,
They ran through fallow fields, pretty meadows scythed clear of hay, into a fine wild flower garden,
In days where the air slumbered lazily, they climbed thick leafy masses of high, ancient oak trees,
Always watching and warning his happy little brother, never climb too high nor stand on dead wood.
Laying down and looking up into autumn skies, warm, soaring winds shaping passing fluffy clouds,
Rising early as the sun once more shines, on those brilliant days, the calmest most impressive beauty,
Watching from afar in school looking after him, chasing bullies away, enriching his early days,
Beneath these warm shimmering suns, running, over to hedgerows picking sweet ripe black berries.
But those days are gone, gone forever, replaced by fear and hate, nobody will ever be the same,
Every day staring at death's grinning sated face, trying not to be caught in its cold red eyes,
And we all know the piper must be paid on these killing fields, but his wages are far too high,
Today on this early grey morning, shadows disappearing, a young man and his brother paid in full.
I will always recall the day
my mom died.
She was in recovery for
congestive heart surgery.
The work itself had gone well
but brought on massive clots
to the lungs.
I was an hour and a half away
and when I arrived,
Mom was talking to the doctor.
He had tears in his eyes,
apologizing for getting hopes up
where there was no hope now.
She looked him straight in the eye
and told him that she didn’t want to die.
But, if the Lord was ready
the doctor didn’t need to cry.
“I know you did everything in your power
to make me well”, she said. “So don’t you feel bad,
don’t apologize for trying to help me.
God is the one to have the final say.
I will resist going until my absolutely final breath.
Because, I think that is what he expects of me.
When I know it’s time I will be with him.”
The doctor left, I don’t know if he felt better.
Probably not. He had promised her five more years.
I stayed and talked to mom for a while,
before my brother came back in.
“Now Bunky, you know your brothers
are not as strong as you.
You will have to help them through this.
That is what I know you will do.”
I said “yes Momma,”
no longer fighting the wetness profusely rolling down my cheeks.
“Where’s Carolyn” she said of my wife.
“I called her and she is on the way shortly.
She will get here as soon as she can.”
My brother came back in
and I went out to the doctor again.
He said her lungs were completely clogged
and she would slowly suffocate.
But, it would be painless because she could breathe.
She just couldn’t process the air.
She would simply go to sleep.
And that is the way the next four hours went,
with Mom going little by little.
and woke up once in a while
to ask about my younger brother
and his wife and my wife.
Telling all how much she loved them.
She slept a little longer each
time she closed her eyes
and finally the only one not
there was my wife.
We thought a couple of times she had passed.
But the nurse said she just wouldn’t give up.
She sunk so low they couldn't find a pulse
or read blood pressure.
I don’t remember how they knew she was not gone.
Finally just before my wife
came in they actually didn’t know
if she was still alive.
My wife came in and Mom spoke.
“Carolyn, Carolyn", very weakly and
they talked softly for a while and Mom died.
She had held on beyond a readable pulse.
Beyond blood pressure.
To tell my wife good bye.