Brother

When between two brothers
an argument divides,
Cast pride beneath
and anger aside

Brothers, in their nature
will posture and fight
But do not sleep in anger
bid quarrell good night!

I love my dear brothers!
But evil tries take
all the good that we’ve built
all the changes we make

The love of a brother
can be nothing but strong
If something stands between,
you must right the wrong!

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Funk face

The funk is turned all the way up
The blues are turned all the way down
The colors of all this sound
Are dripping down the walls
And out onto the street
Ain’t that just sweet?
That place where you and I
Meet
In the park, so complete
I could sing!
In fact I will, but just a couple bars
Maybe a couple more
Maybe a couple of more bars
For this lady I have just met
And I’ll bet we’ll have the date set
Before we leave,
PLEASE
Say ya will, baby
Do ya need me, baby?
The way I need you?
Forgot all my blue
But I ain’t never gon’ forget you!
That’s what is true
I don’t mind thinkin’ bout you
Long as you’re thinking bout me!
OOOHHHWEEEEE!
What’s that smell?
Somethin’ sweet as hell!
Oh, damn!
I’m sorry y’all that’s just my baby!
Just my sweet as hell baby!
It’s ok to be jealous
I was
But I ain’t no more!
Cause she’s mine
She’s all mine
I ain’t gon’ leave ya none
Not a drop
Not a drip
Sorry
I never learned to share
Any bits of my baby
Swept up all the crumbs
Ain’t givin you shit!
Quit!

For John and Maya

For John and Maya
At the Royal Palms Resort
In Phoenix, Arizona
On May 27th 2018

Patience is waiting before you climb to the top.
It is reaching that point together.
It’s looking down at the tree line with a complete perspective.

Kindness is as gentle as spring’s first flower.
It is as soft as morning rain.
It’s a leaf holding up a clear raindrop with impossible strength.

Perseverance is a will that does not bend.
It is a quiet resolve in the middle of a heavy breath.
It’s pushing against the easy anger and relying on present hope.

Trust might not be on time, but it is never too late.
It might be surprised, but it will rise to the occasion.
It may make mistakes, but it won’t let you down.

Hope springs forth.
It comes in waves that ring life.
It is the joy of a new marriage.

Protection is sacrificing self.
It is putting your safety between a bullet and a target.
It’s a call to service and a lifetime pursuit.

Love never fails.
It never gives up.
Remember that Love brought us all here for this ceremony.

May we, your friends and family,
stand with you and be for you.
May we be a testament to the life you start together today.

Congratulations!

If I set myself on fire

If I set myself on fire, would you see me then?
If you could see the flames from far away, would you come close?
Why do I have to be so dramatic and drastic to get your attention?
Why can’t you see all the clues?
Do I have to spell it out for you?
I’m dying every day and you could help so easily,
With a simple, subtle gesture, but you don’t.
There I said something, you can go back to pretending I’m not on fire.

3 years ago

My writing is not as good as it was three years ago. Maybe I was happier then. Maybe I was closer to God then. Maybe my mom didn’t have cancer then. Maybe I wasn’t all crazy and mental hospital-y then.

My writing is not as graceful as it was three years ago. It’s ugly. And fragmented. It stops and starts and ideas never really resolve.

My writing is not as moving as it was three years ago. I think I’m regressing or something. Plateauing sounds kinda nice compared to what I’m doing – slowly dying.

My writing is not nearly as good as it was three years ago. But I keep writing anyway.

There’s Never Complete Darkness in a City

I found a dark and quiet place in the middle of the city –
quite a feat, it being so loud and light most of the time.
The night is blackest there. The sound is stifled there.

I suppose it would be like finding the loudest, brightest
place in a winter’s forest – a place that feels out of place, but
exciting in its oddness.

She sketched a picture of me

She sketched a picture of me,
quickly,
with sharp pencil marks
that stuck to my semblance
like darts

I looked like my father
when she was finished
and then I missed the family
we used to have

We used to be so beautiful
Our smiles as wide as
the picture frames
But now, when we say your name…

Well, we don’t use each other’s names anymore
But, remember when we used to?
That was nice, wasn’t it?

We used to go to Disney World every summer
in a RV for Christ sake!
Now look at us –
strangers we’d sit next to on the bus
and miss completely

It didn’t end so neatly
but then, it never does, does it?
I wish we could all sit in the TV room one more time,
and watch some Disney movie
that would bring us all back together again

We decided we’d tape over our memories instead
And see if the eternal sunshine was true,
In our spotless minds