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Through a blustery wind in winter
Arm in arm we go
The snow is falling, we don't care
We love each other so
Finally we're together
We've waited patiently
And now the time has gone to "since"
No longer "hopefully"
The days were long and lonely
The nights were short yet sweet
For that is when I dreamed of you
But still was incomplete
I wanted to be your blanket
To cover you so warm
To wrap myself around you
To conform to your form
I stayed back in the background
Not saying much at all
Not seeing me I would see you
And later would recall
The image in my memory
Kept hidden in its place
But now at last can tell you things
As I look into your face
I know that life can get busy
Driving us a little crazy
Time keeps ticking fast away
Before our chores are done each day
Still have lots of things to do
And the week is almost through
Trying to catch up can be
Quite a task and tiring
Finally a chance to go through
The messages left for you
From family, sites, and all your friends
Who care and wonder how you've been
You take a minute to reply
With hellos and then goodbyes
Saying it was nice to know
Your friendship will be there and grow
Even when it's been a while
All the hours and the miles
Won't keep your friendship apart
Always in each others heart
Thought about and not forgotten
Time and life will not be shuttin
Friendships door, open it will
Stay forever up until
We are in heaven with our wings
Close and sharing everything
Never apart anymore
Times on our side, not like before
The four of them went up the mountain
Peter John James and Jesus to pray
there they were earnest in prayer
then something occurred to jolt their stay
Jesus facial appearance then did alter
even His clothes become blinding white
before them all stood Moses and Elijah
appearing glorious like Jesus so bright
What did all of this mean?
these OT saints with Jesus spoke
of the cross and departing this earth
it had all happened in a stroke
The disciples were now nearly asleep
but soon became fully awake
realising what they saw all this glory
Moses Elijah and Jesus this was no fake
Now Peter tried to keep the moment
suggesting making a tent for each
but Elijah and Moses were to move on
for the Calvary road was no walk on the beach
A cloud appeared to overshadow them
they entered then into God's envelope
as they did God spoke from heaven
with the message of eternal hope
This is my son my chosen one
listen to Him Jesus was now alone
obeying His father's perfect will
for Jesus is the chief cornerstone
AUTHOR NOTES:
The Transfiguration
Now about eight days after these sayings he took with him Peter and John and
James and went up on the mountain to pray. And as he was praying, the
appearance of his face was altered, and his clothing became dazzling white. And
behold, two men were talking with him, Moses and Elijah, who appeared in
glory and spoke of his departure, which he was about to accomplish at
Jerusalem. Now Peter and those who were with him were heavy with sleep, but
when they became fully awake they saw his glory and the two men who stood
with him. And as the men were parting from him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master,
it is good that we are here. Let us make three tents, one for you and one for
Moses and one for Elijah”—not knowing what he said. As he was saying these
things, a cloud came and overshadowed them, and they were afraid as they
entered the cloud. And a voice came out of the cloud, saying, “This is my Son,
my Chosen One; listen to him!” And when the voice had spoken, Jesus was
found alone. And they kept silent and told no one in those days anything of
what they had seen.
Luke 9 vs. 28-36
you used to whisper to me
in stoop slang and bachata basslines,
kiss my cheek with corner store breath -
hot beef patties, papitas, a dollar Arizona.
you’d walk me past block parties
where the speakers cracked from joy,
and the aunties sang louder than the music.
your hands were rough -
but they knew my curves,
my story,
my roots.
but now,
your voice got quieter.
real estate signs stutter
where murals used to speak.
you wear button-ups now — ironed crisp,
smell like rosemary and rent hikes.
your laugh don’t echo
off bricks no more.
it gets lost
somewhere between the wine bar
and that dog park
you said wasn’t for us,
but now you walk through like you forgot.
when did you stop calling me “mami”?
start saying “ma’am”?
when did you trade timbs for toms,
cafecito for cold brew,
“you good?”
for
“you’re trespassing”?
i loved you when you were loud,
when you cursed and prayed in the same breath,
when your shoes had scuffs
and your hair still smelled like shea butter and sweat.
now you slicked it back — forgetful.
i see you in Whole Foods windows
with your new girls —
their yoga mats, their green juices,
their way of looking at me
like i don’t belong
in the place that built me.
you changed, Harlem,
and not in the way lovers grow —
but in the way dreams get flipped for profit.
still,
i walk your blocks like a jilted bride,
tracing memories
where laundromats used to hum
and grandma's gospel broke morning silence.
you once held me
like a secret.
now
you just walk by.
It's the first day of the rest of my life
I'm feeling reborn
Filled with great anticipation
Wondering what exciting things
Lie just ahead
It seems it's all up to us
We're the ones steering the ship
If things don't turn out bright and cheery
We only have ourselves to blame
However I am not unique
Everyone controls their own destiny
I've learned this fact early on
There's a time honoured old saying
Smile and the world smiles with you
Cry and you cry alone
So very true!!!
So when you're feeling down
And it seems like the whole world is against you
Just smile to yourself
It doesn't matter who's watching
Soon the sun will come out
And you'll have a brighter cheerier outlook
To overcome anything this old world can throw at you
To be honest, there are times
I have trouble following my own advice
But then I remember these uplifting words
Smile and the world smiles with you
I believe in us, invariably.
Between us, we’ve gone through most things
Each one leading us to when we bought our rings
Lifelong commitment to this, our team.
I believe in us, invariably.
Even though we’ve both been misunderstood
Voicing various versions of events would
Evoke anger from anyone it would seem.
I believe in us, invariably
Not out of foolish arrogance or misplaced pride
Unusual for me, maybe, but it isn’t my guide
Saying this shouldn’t seem extreme
I believe in us, invariably.
Never wavering faith in who you are to me
Valued partner, always fighting to grow
Angelic light evident, always emitting a glow
Radiating kindness and joy freely
I believe in us, invariably.
Against every trial, through the worst days
Belief is easy with evident selfless love
Listen then, though there isn’t much I’m hopeful of
You can also trust in us, ever and always.
I once had a lover who was a smoker
I told him I really wish he’d quit
The smell alone was quite a choker
And his clothes were full of it
I knew he was addicted and afflicted
So I tried to inspire change
Gave him a sucker hoping he’d lick it
Maybe retrain his smoker brain
When that didn’t work I continued to search
For he was my sun on cloudy day
His feelings I didn’t want to hurt
But kissing is like licking ashtray
So let’s try acupuncture this time
With a little luck and love you can
Beat this habit that should be a crime
To market or sale to woman or man
This really helped and he does well
His cravings are less with a stick
He turns to me all smoke free saying
What about your addiction to chocolate
On Halloween, beneath a crescent moon,
a dark-haired man, pale-faced, I chanced to see.
He danced with grace and beauty to each tune
the band was playing. Would he dance with me?
At last he asked me, “May I dance with you?”
On Halloween, beneath a crescent moon,
his breath was on my cheek. My passion grew.
Within his arms, I thought that I would swoon.
How beautiful he was! But all too soon
he left me, saying he would wait for me
on Halloween beneath a crescent moon,
beyond some trees in shadows he pointed to.
His first name, all I knew of him, was Sloan.
But past the trees I heard his sweet voice croon.
It led me where his name shone on a gravestone
on Halloween, beneath a crescent moon.
Written Oct. 18, 2016 for the May I Dance With You contest of Galeo DS
Lord, Lord, Lord- what now- what now?
What do you want one to do? What now, what now?
I wake up- I stand my ground-
I hold it together- I am duty-bound.
I live within the storm.
I am being tossed from side to side.
I survive the day and get ready,
for tomorrow
Get ready for the roller coaster ride-
I wake up- I stand my ground-
I block out the hollering- the
Cursing- the ungodly sounds-
I hold my own- I stand tall-
I do not fall- down-
For I am duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now, What now?
What do you want one to do?
What now, What now?
My knees are scraped,
My bones do ache.
My heart is in turmoil,
My senses are embroiled-
Still, I stand my ground.
Lord, God, through Jesus Christ
I remain duty-bound-
Many of my friends and family fall by the wayside
They have given up their ride-
Maybe they had no choice,
Still- Lord I hear your voice.
Saying, “STAND STILL!”
Stand strong, hold on-
For I am near
Stand your ground!
In me of all things
Stay duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now?
What do you want me to do?
What now?
I reach out my hands to thee,
Lord, let me be-
I cry out to thee,
Lord let me be.
This world is sick,
This world is confused,
Forgotten all that they learned in grade school-
Forgotten how to pray- who is the father-
Forgotten how to love one another-
I reach out my hands to thee-
Lord, let me be,
I cry out to thee-
Lord, let me be-
So much hate
So much crime
So much disease
So much mine, mine, mine-
No one takes responsibility seriously.
No one takes the blame.
Everyone points a finger.
Then turn around, to run and hide.
No one stands still.
No one wants to stay duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now?
What do you want me to do?
What now?
I know, as you have stated before- just stay, “DUTY- BOUND!”
"Am I Crazy?" If you can ask yourself that you're not, right?
Crazy things have been happening to me lately day and night.
Inanimate objects, non living things,
have been having with me "conversations."
Take my Buddha tea lite candle holder for instance.
We recently had one of those "conversations."
Looking out my window I came to see,
a woman whose shopping cart fell apart completely.
Scattered on the ground were all of her groceries,
it was then that Buddha began saying repeatedly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," over and over again to me,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," he just kept going on relentlessly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," It was driving me crazy,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," and so I surrendered completely,
Buddha said his last "get off your ass".
granting me a moment of silence and peace.
I went down and helped her gather all of her groceries,
and gave her my shopping cart to keep.
"Hey, you're the guy who takes care of the feral cats aren't you?
I've been wanting to give you something,
but didn't know how to reach you."
She reached inside her purse and gave me a check,
$1,000.00 payable to Cash.
"I think it's a great thing," she said, "what you do,
and I wanted to give a little something that could help you."
She thanked me again and shook my hand,
"It was a pleasure meeting you,"
she said, "you're a very good man."
"Wow," I said aloud in my apartment, "$1,000.00 payable to Cash,"
that's when Buddha said to me somewhat crass,
"Aren't you now glad I got you up off your ass?"