Music moves your whole being
Today, my day is gray
I lost someone very special
Hearing sad songs is a recollection
To this love one who's dear to me
We once separated due to fragile emotion
We were young then when we're in love
She was young and beautiful and is tempting
A third party cause our separation
We had a daughter out of wedlock
But love is strong she was truth with marriage
I work abroad to forget my past sad love
Loneliness marries me late at 30's
Life was hard but still manageable
I had forget her till our teen age daughter
Appear to me by coincidence through Facebook
We met to tell me sad story the passing of her mother
There was a scar in my heart still linger her
For she was part of my life once tender and true
But fate is playful sometimes you can't avoid
I am at peace now, praying God to accept her soul
Through music is a healing tool for me
To go on the next chapter of my life
Whatever happens life must go on.
Categories:
throwback, in memoriam, life, love,
Form: Narrative
Beautiful days
Bring memories
Long time ago.
Categories:
throwback, appreciation, introspection, memory,
Form: Than-Bauk
Around 2004,
my family and I started
going on vacations to Erie
twice a summer.
Accompanying us on these excursions
were the Jenkinses--
family friends who were more like actual family.
In addition to our typical week at the beach,
they joined us for a sneak peek weekend
earlier in the summer
where we stayed at a hotel by the airport.
We'd sit on the lawn,
watching planes,
us kids running around,
the adults drinking beer.
The outside pool was
our home.
Cole & I would jump into
the deep end ad infinitum,
never ceasing to find the utmost joy
in so simple an act.
He commented on the blonde
strands of hair on my head,
I lied and said that was my natural color--
just wanted to be blonde.
But now the hotel is relegated only to memory;
the long, entrance hallway;
breakfast area where I burnt my mouth
by sipping hot chocolate
through a straw,
like a dumbass,
in 2005.
Categories:
throwback, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Other
Nothing Has Embraced Me With All Its Might
Its Grip Is Firm & My Hope Diminished
I Have Searched & Searched For An Ending
Night & Day Day & Night To No Avail
Throughout Years Of Struggle & Torture
I Have Come Only Too Find My Search
For An End Too Nothing Is Impossible
You Cannot End What Is Not
One Must First Begin The Journey Towards Something
Or Face A Fate Of Nothing
O'Ridge'Djinn'Nile Rediscovered
Circa Early 2 Thousands
Got Lost Forgotten Burried Under Life
Turned A Blind Eye
Turned Off My Mind
Turnt Up My Nose
Got Lost Mummified
Somewheres Along Them Slopes
I Died
So Did Our Patches
Man I Can't Patch This
Kentuckiana Jones
My Temple Of Doom
My Last Crusade
2k20 Tut'Ankh'Amun
As Always Yours Truly
From Here Too Botswan
Categories:
throwback, brother, death, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
I wolf down my food
in a gluttonous way
chomp chomp slurp slurp
Gnash gnash slurp slurp
A throwback to a previous incarnation
When I actually was a wolf, or a werewoman?
Tummy full, I rumble off into the night.
Howling now at the moon, on my favorite granite slab.
Am I scaring you, Luna? I ask, showing my red teeth.
Full of cherry Koolaide, but looking much more fierce.
Luna laughs, exposing my truth, then she winks.
She recognizes me no matter what form I take.
Her recognition causes me to slow down and pretend niceness.
Okay to be myself now, I wait for my cubs, who are struggling to keep up with my fierceness.
Categories:
throwback, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Personification
"Do you ever notice how most of the pictures many post are throwbacks, because the life that they're living now isn't as great so they wish they could go back, and most of those pictures are just for their own self gratification, and this is the only reason we take them, whatever happened to just living in the moment, instead of putting everything on social media so that the world can know it, enjoy the life you're living....because everyday isn't given and you'll drown in the pool of corruption and you can't get out by swimming....some say it's an addiction of what many may call a conceited sickness."
Categories:
throwback, appreciation, change, destiny, growth,
Form: Free verse
You are a mental giant but an emotional atavist.
Like the old cliche,
your forcefulness of personality hit me over the head
and you dragged me back to your dank, primordial mind cave,
By the hair of course.
And you also took me, consumed me and
made me bleed...
with my dark hair in your fists
your lips on my throat
all the while promising a
steady diet of wooly mammoths
a bear-skin bed
and the eternally-burning fire
on which we would toast teradactyl wings
and warm our dirty feet.
Only you knew all the while
you would eventually tire,
find another victim,
ban me from your cave
and toss me to
saber-toothed tigers,
having gotten exactly what you wanted.
Ignorant to the depths
of my unbounded devotion to you,
(what you once called my
candor and tenderness
with poetic grunts)
you are now doomed
to forever be concerned
only with your neanderthal needs
and your immature, primal
self.
My darling cro-magnon,
reflecting in the clarity of the sunshine and
inspired by the warmth of meat-scented breath on my face,
I have decided that
my priestess womb
will no longer be the petri dish
for your long overdue evolution.
Categories:
throwback, animals, devotion, loss, me,
Form: Free verse