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For as long as I can remember, I have always liked basketball. I even made the team when I was in the 8th grade and rather small.
Why, I liked the NBA until there were too many games and the competition disappeared. Perhaps I'd love it again if fewer teams made the playoffs and
unpredictability reappeared. Until then, I'll enjoy the college kids of the
NCAA and the fever known as March Madness. Whether your team is
seeded number 16 or number 1, you've got one shot to be the best. One
team matched against another and it's 'One and done', or lose just one and
go home. Or, you can keep winning and climb the ladder to cut the net for yourself and your team alone.
You could even reach The Final Four as an eleven seed, which is why March Madness is a thrill. And your name does not have to be Duke, Kentucky, or North Carolina to be still playing in April.
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You have stained stars in your eyes tonight,
a gold glitter asunder as vast as any Past
stuck fast on this moon light sight,
give me softly the sultry sigh of a woman's strong age,
I am not passing the page until the dire of dawn ushers me to the cage,
twinkles and sprinkles make for the tingles between you & I my Lady,
sparkles finite glow warm,
a silent swarm in thick air for our remote melody,
starvations lead to ovations from humbled hearts
searching blind for succulent cures
for a mad malady,
a kiss, calm as crystal and firm
like a promise pronounced proud
by a dreamy lover drives me happy,
My love, where are your f---ing fangs & whispy wings,
clever you are,like fire on ice,
playing nice but in disguise
choosing random nights,
a fickle nightingale setting sail to numerous posts and ports,
swift as thunder with brief endearings,
vanishing like a whisk whisper
and laughing lovingly,sparingly spry,
the companionship provided is priceless
with a somber cost,
a Providential promiscuity true & dry,
your absence and unpredictability
feeling cold as Aphrodite's icon
rough & rocky,
would Venus die, cry, or lie
if asked ardently why
She consumes the blood of my heart,
pitfalls for passions, enticements for indictments of innocence,
woman this carnival shocks me silly,
never the less, the beauty of you is boundless,
consequence forever in a lingering fragrence,
like a confused comet
I volunteered my vitality for your invitation
to a sheltered rampart,
deny me what you will, charge me as much you can,
for I am enthralled
by this romance and Virtuoso's dance -
J.A.B. 2003
I found a photograph today.
Its discovery agitated my emotions
and I caught my breath.
There you were - suspended -
like some ancient fly held
eternally in amber.
Pose, expression, frozen - always.
I found a photograph today.
It awoke a memory long forgotten:
It was a hot sultry day.
We had travelled to our arrival
and we argued, our tempers
shortened by the blistering heat.
My neat linen skirt had creased
- like my mood - and you were rude.
What did you say? I can hear the tone
but the words are gone now and
suddenly unimportant....washed away
down the plughole of insignificance....
Gurgling then gone - lost in the
annals of broken promises and accumulating
hurt which precipitated our goodbye.
I look into your petrified eyes -
eyes that sparkled when I loved you
yet metamorphosed into damming hate at times.
Is your hand touching mine?
I remember when it did - tenderly -
I remember your fingers .... graceful somehow,
artistic, creative, piano playing, painting,
then hitting, hurting - same hands yet tender no more.
Same hands, there in the photograph, no, not touching.
I found a photograph today.
Its discovery rankled my emotions
and I held my breath -
like I did when you frightened me
with your unpredictability.
Your ability to swing from light to dark in an instant.
Yes, I found a photograph today
but its gone now .......
Torn to tatters and thrown into the wind.
Therapeutic in its destruction.
Aiding and abetting reconstruction
of a future without you.
You're gone -
washed away -
gone - down the plughole of insignificance.
Gone in the cleansing of reminiscence.
Gone, gone, gone........
....................... and forgotten.
RAGE
A smolder, a flicker into being it’s born
It’s not a process for time is obsolete
A true ‘’pop out of the blue’’ like the saying goes
It’s trigger at the ready deep in our emotions
Rage we call it
Give it a thought; you could predict its path
A half baked prediction you will reach at
That I can promise you
You expect it but never know its true form
Like a smoke it smolders with no permanent form
For that’s its true toxic nature…unpredictability
Rage we call that toxin, a most suitable name indeed
I embraced it myself once or twice
It was truly a bitter creation
Oh I still feel it; I still feel the poison ravage through me
Contemplating, I can’t help but feel a presence
The presence of a demon in us all
A demon of spontaneous rage
The victims a fleshy bulls eye they are
Invisible the damages appears
Yet deep the toxin runs
By it a man gets unmanned savagely
A woman left with nothing but shredded emotions
A child left looking towards a sorrowful future
Oh rage humanity’s self doom
So swift it comes and even swifter it leaves
An everlasting mark it leaves
A mark so deep, it’s a passionate hate
Such power there is no escape from it
The best of us have crumbled before it
And crumble more will
For that’s rage, a distasteful part of the human equation
An Original Composition by O. Aaron
Inspired by my father’s rage
Form:
The happenings of our world scare me
Here, hatred and selfishness eternally do cry victory
While love and peaceful living slump in their own decrepit
Why, some say that to have been given a birth, is to be taken as a treat
Is it?
I do myself fear for my safety
On one side of life, does be nature’s unpredictability
On the other side, does be the evil nature of my own enemy
Living does be so uncertain
But in the end, we all do end up with so much pain
Wish I so much to find a part of the divine here
Would I then have felt of life as being so dear
Would I then have loved living my mile
Would I then have kept on my sorry face, a radiant smile
Pray, a part of the divine on earth would have made life worth its mile
But then, the divine does be so subtle
As if, with ourselves, it does want us to lead a battle
As if, it does not appreciate our fall
As if, it does want to test the might of our soul
Pray, life, I wish, I really do, that as one so bold, your adventures I could tackle
Pray, see me not as a dark and brooding being
I do dance with life and of its tunes I do sing
But I do fear for my safety
This world does revolve on uncertainty
So much, that I do need to protect myself from any evil sting!
you may have heard me come in
from a silent place i lend a hand and you come with sunshine
a dream long forgotten brings back memories of solid regret
i then realize that i have been given the rare gift of a second chance
this time i will sit down with you and take in the art of your changes
so many colors and definitions make you shine yet even more
nonexistent are the clouds and raindrops that gave you such a wilted stance
happiness has been rerouted to a place where growth and maturity can both get their proper care
without words we make a declaration of a promised youth got in the way of so many lifetimes ago
i may have caught your new debut
it is such a refreshing feeling to be uplifted by the upgraded designs that this renewed you
now i know for sure i must come correct and treat you like this new crowned queen in front of me with a presentation of such class and flawlessness
i will be up to the new excursions and its roads of unpredictability but it will be a blessing worth my wile
emotions overwhelm me while at the same time changes the scope of the current of my current world
i myself in a trance as we retrace our steps and begin our reworking to plant the seeds that should have been miles of enchanted forest all those years ago
all we can do is try now and we are willing to touch the sky now and there hope in the joy as we cry now
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sliced
and whole
a cleaved life
in flux cast dice
state of non being
potential in between
eternity's randomness
flip a coin up into the air
unpredictability flies there
alternate reality hints upon
•>•
parallel universes going on
realistically just one path
life’s inevitable no math
untangled observation
spit out my creation
god particle sown
new baby grown
chop the cord
use sword
spliced
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Be not blind
Open your eyes
And see this world for that
Which it is,
A temporary stop upon
A journey through the cosmos
Be not selfish
Open your palms and let the colours
Of good vibes flow
Let them reach everyone else,
Even your enemy
For the unpredictability of this world
Can end up being so harsh
That you may lose your heart
Within the passing off of a second
Be not greedy
As to snatch off everything that comes
Across your path
As this world had initially made sure
That everyone who walks its paths would
Have their due
Remember, rather,
That a minimalistic lifestyle
Leads to healthy state of inner peace
Be not blind
See the invisible sparkles
Hear the silent drums
Bow to subtle mystical powers
Be sure not to be blind
As if you do,
Someday, the weight of regret
Shall grind you under it!
Hearken to the wind that blows across my face — a reminder of everything I once poured into you. The appreciation, the attention, the devotion I gave so freely was taken for granted. Each time we stepped away from the screen, it became a moment of reflection, a pause meant to nourish us rather than consume us. Yet the distance between us grew, not because we were apart, but because you stopped meeting me in the middle.
The attention I gave you when you needed me most was meant to be a foundation for our future, but it was quietly supplanted. I offered understanding, patience, and love. I wanted to build something lasting with you. But when fear rose in you, you overlooked me — and you did not reciprocate the affection I carried so openly.
Every dismissal, every silence, every moment you did not make time for me carved a tear from my heart. What I invested in you was more than time; it was presence, care, and the softness of a dove offered during your most fragile moments.
You once asked what would happen if you went to Texas — how we would pursue our relationship, how we would face the questions others asked about us. My answer was always the same: we would cross that bridge when we reached it, and God would guide our steps. We looked good together; even that old man said we made a cute couple. But you insisted it wasn’t official, even as you smiled — and I wondered why you denied what felt so real.
Whenever I needed you — for guidance, for conversation, for simple human understanding — you were absent, as if you had lost the strength to show up. And now, I find myself at the edge of goodbye.
I cannot keep pouring emotional investment into someone inconsistent and confusing. I have achieved what I needed to achieve, and I know you will return — but you were not there when I was building. So why would I wait for you now, when the bridge is already complete, built with someone who truly loves me?
You are amusing in your unpredictability, but I am done being undone by it.