O, Mama and Maybelle,
Two of a kind with an important story to tell.
Hailing from the South with so much to say,
You stood on stages, both near and far, delivering your messages with great interplay.
Amidst much darkness, pain, and inequality,
You allowed your light to shine radiantly.
Nothing you did was ever small; everything was beautiful and big.
Big energy, big stages, big lights, and big voices—yah dig?
Soulful melodies erupted from you two like lava from volcanoes.
Every time you took the mic, you left behind rumbling harmonic echoes.
O, Mama and Maybelle,
Two of a kind that did it so well.
Two of a kind
Kind to one another
Another measure of time
A sister and brother
Two years apart
A part of a team
Teammates at heart
In harmony they sing
Holding hands as they go
Go somewhere together
Together, they know
Two is always better
The very best of friends
Friends until eternity
Eternity never ends
Ending, uncertainty
Why are your arms bigger than mine?
So I can hold you even closer that's why.
So why are your ears bigger than mine?
That way I can hear when you're up to mischief that's why.
And why are your eyes bigger than mine?
How else could I see when your feeling good or bad?
Why do you never sleep at night, and make me sleep early?
The sooner you sleep the more i know you will wake up happy, and I stay up late to make sure nothing is in the way the next day.
So why is your brain so much bigger than mine?
Because you had taught me so much that's why.
Is your heart bigger than mine too?
Of course not, and it will grow even more everyday, and hopefully mine will be as big as yours.
misplace this misplace that
and we’re both fighting fat
we’re two of a kind
you are quite a find
we’re not the Odd Couple
mine green hers purple
she’s diabetic
my brain went static
life’s full of ups and downs
found love in a sea of clowns
you and eye
see eye to eye
here's why
we don't try
its do or die
and thats know lie
thats our sign
TWO OF A KIND
we see eye to eye
its do or die
with us
in god we trust
see the sign
we're
TWO OF A KIND
I feel a closeness to you
or at least I felt I did
I put so much trust and hope
but I see you've turned to another
It pains me to see you doing it as a "settlement"
because it doesn't start from nowhere
Lying to them and lying to yourself
Making you believe it's everything you want
Causing me pain you wouldn't even know
And the pain I can't tell
I just wish you wouldn't push me away
because I need friends too
Two peas in a pod....they are two of a kind
I can't help but smile, while I sit on the stump
By the old front porch, and watch them romp
In the warm autumn sun, on the cool green grass
Of the vast front yard ....where I clear my mind
This granddaughter, fair, and our golden lab
How can the same spirit flow from here to there?
From canine to child, as they dance the dance
And prance the prance, as if one and the same
As they play their game....as if souls have exchanged
I shake my head, wondering.... which is which?
With Claire hollering as loud as I imagine she can
Quince wags his tail, like a circular fan...
If she could wag and he could holler
They would gladly trade places, I'll bet you a dollar
Claire running in circles, and he follows her lead
Claire jumping high, and he tries to exceed
Two of a kind, with spirits to spare
That can cause one to laugh or pull out your hair
From my perch by the porch, I'm watching them play
Love is so simple, without words needing said
Filled with such spirit, two peas in a pod
Love is so simple, just watch it unwind...
Just as God made them...they are two of a kind........
Curl me
The other way.
I do not please you this way.
Missing.
Wishing to
Reach out to touch you.
Hoping,
Hoping for you.
You hope for nothing that's worthy of you.
Teach me,
I will learn
To walk in only my shadow.
Refuse me.
I know not,
To abuse.
~Written in 2005 (January) when I was sixteen.
*Original copy had no title, but this one suits its theme and person I wrote it about.
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