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With fifty-nine tears, I stare at the phone, wanting to
understand. I had your voice in my hand. Intense pain now
washes through our decade’s bones. I must be able to rinse it,
cleanse it and restart with a stable heart. Always layers of hurt
from you. Now there is another, my lost Brother.
We may never meet again, not as siblings or as friends, yet you
chose to bring our last call to a painful end! Distance and age
whisper chilly to me of a certain possibility, this call could be the
last call of all. I wonder, do you feel that, too? Does this sad truth
also shadow you?
In life’s darkness, two stars shine on; one is our Dad, the other,
our Mom. Dad could not take your constant rift of frightening dread
or bear your street life, so he mentally buried you in his head. Mom
could not handle her first born living so forlorn, her maternal heart
and head were torn. She could not sever the bond, so her enabling
continued on. Neither parent was right or wrong. Unbearable pain
made them desperate to survive your heartbreaking song.
I never knew what to do, but I sought and fought to do it right.
I would help, I would insist, but true help, you would resist. Each
approach to coax you towards a healthy life ended with me tripping
through your dark light. I’ve abandoned my hopeful persistence
by accepting that I may never have brother-relief in this existence.
For years my insides have churned as I daily pray for some informative
word about your wellbeing. I've even called morgues in your state
to learn if you were still among the living but no news ever shaped.
I’ve had a lifetime of watching you fill your own spaces by selfishly
passing thru daylight. Rather than climbing up to achieve a healthy
need, you've always sat aground and caused yourself to bleed.
Whether you’re in jail or living drugged on the streets, loving you has
never known relief. I gave you my all, walked all your dark halls.
Can’t we now have peace?
Please bro, on some near tomorrow, borrow another phone. Call me
and let us be the best of us, let us share love to enhance what is
left of us. Look to your heart and grant what I want, one more, last
call that love may be shown when next your voice is in my phone.
A guy down the street who knows Spanish
He’s homeless and needs something to eat, a sandwich
A drink of milk or juice
Something to fill him up
I can’t wait to see the promised land
Where pain and sorrow never enter in
Where God’s light of love is always and forever
A part of the very air we’ll breath up there
Living all together, in heaven’s glory
A woman lost her home in bad weather
She came to me and we prayed
She spent the night in the shelter
With children around her knee
Where will she go? Only God knows!
I can’t wait to see the promised land
Where pain and sorrow never enter in
Where God’s light of love is always and forever
A part of the very air we’ll breath up there
Living all together, in heaven’s glory
A friend’s son died today, and I shudder,
No one knows when or why he went so far
But his body was found by a brother
Who couldn’t have know the trouble
That would make him take his own life?
I can’t wait to see the promised land
Where pain and sorrow never enter in
Where God’s light of love is always and forever
A part of the very air we’ll breath up there
Living all together, in heaven’s glory
Someday, we’ll see the promised land
Live forever in the light of love up there
Glory to God in the highest
He is the love that I’m trying
Glory, glory, glory to God, my true friend
A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A day to pray
A day to say
A day of madness
A day of sadness
Oh! my God
A very crazy day
A day to respect the Lord
A day of hell
A day to hail
The Almighty
With respect and dignity
A day of outrage
A day to be wise and sage
A day of extreme confusion
A day of ebullition
A day to love your neighbor
Your brother and sister
We are all related by blood
We are made of the same mud
Let’s love each other
Mourn and cry together
We should not be killing each other
Let’s shower each other with love
Think and dream of a better tomorrow
Flee the nightmare and the sorrow
Hope is still alive
We will survive, we will survive.
P.S. Dedicated to America.
Hebert Logerie Friday, September 11, 2009
© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
(Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011)
who drowned in the Colorado River when visting family and friends
on a fishing trip. Bill was found 4 months later.)
Let it be known, in memoriam, that he is loved.
And any earthly bonds that shaped his soul,
is now a wide river flowing,
to a distant Heaven bestowed.
He could have walked a much longer path,
and would have paused again, with a hearty laugh.
But, when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
– it marked this hour, for him to go.
Don’t cry for him, with welling tears upset,
but celebrate his fulfilled years, instead.
When the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved his gift of life ahead.
For loving sons, family, friends and beloved wife,
he leaves cherished memories, a faithful man’s insight.
And when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved him gently, to Everlasting Life!
I tell u what shell b the first to tell you
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t even trust in
Whitesqualls Rise up & swallow yall
Im taking chances riskzs and consequences
and im calling that,,, sacrificed chrome polished brass
and im calling chris competition demolished
Im on a baja in a Hallor
Working hard for the heart of her daughter
Sheep for the slaughter dont even bother me
Yes im a legend your just thinking like a protégé
Well geuss what ? my son is my predecessor
I say " Que paso Senior to her step farther"
And me & her brother did a little dirt together
Yes i was like a pirate that burried Treasure
Then i came back as a Survivor On a Glider like Mcgivor
I'll take you to the cliff if u think ur stiffer
I sniffed her then she pist on my terrietory
Your a Teratorous Im the Astroid headed for u
Im a Hailey Im a ****ing comet
You’re like the Red Foe I’ll put cleats on and crush you
Well Im despondant when you stutter when you comment
Eminem dont u ****in call me
Theres a slim chance that u could ever understand a standard
Well u antsy u better go read the ****in manual
Or what about the instructions, chrome never made me stronger
And you think u lucky go ahead and trust it
Gods the only thing i ever trusted in
as i slide in the night in a maroon mustang
i shine like emeralds dipped in crushed diamonds
I had her heart the whol;e time good luck in try in to find it
shes ****in mad cuz i play and splash in the light years
well Im not sorry for GOD being my Guidence
Smaller stars dye for the brighter star Rising
We are Warriors your women in the village crying
AS we stole your pony
Feel the power of a Stallion chasing the scent of heat in a Filley
Hoofprints pounding in the earth and you mistake them for the sound of thunder
Im picking a fight Im talking calling you out to box me
With no weapons in my hand I fight face to face like a man does
Your English Bulldog Im American Pit, I’m like George Washington and Congress
When they signed The Decloration of Independence, The pen is mightier than the sword
It took the pen to entice yall, yall brought ships and thaught yall was goin faught us
Im like my Fore Fathers I still piss on the title of you ****in LandLords
This old place been good to me,
Seen me through some misery
Helped me find my blind way through the dark
Up or down I come along
Get up here and sing my song
I feel I belong at Acky Park.
Kindnesses I've been shown
By people I have barely known
That's the kind of conduct hits the mark
Up or down I come along
Get up here and sing my song
I feel I belong at Acky Park.
Watch the other singers take the stage
Listen to them sing their songs of longing, love and rage
Every type of music gets played here
Country, soul and rock and roll all music to my ears
Photos, mikes, youtube too
Everything's done here for you
By special folk we all appreciate
All you gotta do is show
Book your turn and off you go
Just make sure you don't turn up too late
Here's your chance tonight to get it right
Noone cares if you are none too good or way outta sight
Don't compare yourself to all the rest
Just get up there, share your soul and brother do your best.
This old place been good to me
Seen me through some misery
Helped me find my blind way through the dark
Up or down I come along
Get up here and sing my song
I feel I belong at Acky Park
I feel I belong at Acky Park.
WATCH ME SING THIS ON YOUTUBE. LOUIS SPENCE: ACKY PARK. THANK YOU.
Viet Nam has left many with mental pictures
Images, that some, just couldn't forget.
And when it was over and troops were home
Many vanished, living alone with their regret.
Some found themselves living on the streets
Disrespected and blamed for an unjust war.
Spat upon by some, and psychologically ill
Now doubting what they had fought for.
My brother was a soldier mentally tough
Decorated and wounded during his 23 years.
Was it the pressure of being a civilian
That caused family to shed those tears?
Joe's name isn't written on the traveling wall
Nor does a granite headstone mark his spot.
Yet I count Joe D. among the living dead
Just another memory that time can't blot.
My brother has been missing since 1984
He gathers them all in his arms then drops them to the ground,
the air is fresh, the autumn breeze is like a gentle kiss upon our cheeks.
To my heart he sends his voice booming with fall messages.
Little gifties from heaven I called them as they swiveled down my feet.
Precious crisp leaves each one with a personality and color of its own.
He flies up then lands on a pile of leaflets, a peel of laughter escapes.
He's my sibling, my bro, my partner in crime, my confident one .
Together we dream as one beneath a lapis blue sky, tinged as deep
as his superman suit. Oh how I remember my youth, and my hero !
****
Align your rulers adjust your lenses step into the future with me.
Today even the touch of one leaf or the scent of one Autumn day,
can bring me back to those golden years when we were young, carefree.
Gifties from heaven that they were and he, a segment of my soul.
Together we dreamed beneath a Lapis blue sky until our childhood
ended, and then Superman had to fly home.
Mom, I can't seem to find
The words to tell you why I am being so unkind.
I just
Know I am sorting
Through things by myself because your working
And don't seem to have the time. I am busted
All up inside so much I cry myself to sleep
I hurt so deep.
I put trust
In to my friends
Who betrayed me in the end.
Yet, I can't seem to tell the person who loves
Me each and every day how my brother sided
With his best friend.
The creep
It wasn't fair!
You didn't seem to care.
I am not a seer. I understand the pain
Now that you have explained.
I can only look for signs that are
Out of the ordinary
Because believe it or not I can't read minds
Much to the contrary.
The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.
It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it contained in anybody's “Wall Street” premier trust fund accounts.
Reverently, the price we pay is not derived from ensuing wealth.
The red blood of freedom travels naturally in our veins—immutable!
Freedom has been ordained from creation in the lives of all people.
Liberty runs from heart to heart, inspires from soul to soul—sours like an eagle!
It’s linking parents to children, brother to sister, displaying courage.
Generations standing on the shoulders of generations—a fighting refuge!
The price we pay for our freedom and liberty—will never be free!
Historical accounts tried; produced no detailed cost—"It’s a sacred decree!”
The price paid has clearly left budgets—fragmented and unbalanced,
Red poppies blooming in the fields of courageous remembrance!
It has triggered aching souls, caused running nostrils, and weeping eyes.
Ladies wearing dark veils, and men black suits—great spirits that never die!
Uplifting hand and heads under the moon and sparkling stars at night.
Courage inspiring life in delight to continue the fight without—fright nor flight!.
Many look forward to more significant liberating inspiration to come.
Brilliantly embracing the shining new embolden golden rays of the rising sun.
Such a priceless premium runs in our veins and precious arteries.
The price paid for liberty and freedom is entrenched in our hearts naturally!