A short story, something a little differant
Category: Writing and Poetry

                                                Brotherly Love

A bead of sweat prickles from brow to chin.  Shards of light cut through the darkness.  Squinting, my eyes focus on my surroundings through the louvers of the closet door.  Anticipation swells up in my stomach.  Today is the day of my redemption; I will be the victor on this day.  A floorboard creeks, the rattle of a doorknob, I prepare to pounce.  Slowly I prop open the left side door.  Pressing myself against the darkness of her wardrobe. 

She enters her room with a hurricane of chatter.  Her phone to ear she is totally unaware of the danger that is on her.  Her backpack rolls off her shoulder to the floor.  Her hair inches from my face, unaware she strolls by the louvered doors.   Biting my lower lip, the perfect moment is almost at hand. 

            Clapping her phone shut and tossing onto her fluffy comforter.  She turns around head down to the floor as she rummages through her pockets.  I EXPLODE forth from my shadowed state.  I needed not utter any screams to enhance her horror.  Her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head.  Her hands dancing around her head like bees were attacking.  Her gasp of horror seemed to suck all the air from the room.  Her feet were indecisive as to where they wanted her to go. 

            Laughter erupting from places inside of me I did not know existed; I turned and fled, for fear of her wraith.  I knew as soon as her composer decided all was clear and she was safe, it would return, and that would mean a world of hurt for me.  Dashing for my favorite hiding spot; behind Mom, panting for air I ask her "what's for dinner?'

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Listening
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Something quick and sweet

Visual displays of peoples lives are pasted

There recent moments of Jubilee billboarded on a dot.com

My eyes scan people of my past

Drifting I dream about them and our times

As my eyes look unto there recent victories

I like seeing the smiles

Knowing that when they smiled right then, nothing was wrong in that moment

I know these people, respect these people, have loved some of these people

Deeply I understand

As my eyes listen to the stories their pictures tell

Deeply I understand their smiles

In that understanding brings Joyful clarity

Knowing that somewhere along the line in there life

I helped them to reach that moment in time when someone captured there smiles

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I know it has been awhile
Category: Writing and Poetry

We are each partitioned

Physically self-imposed in our gaited ambitions

Egotistically we orate our accomplishments

Hoping to recieve the accolades of strangers

Our real accomplishments are quiet and solitary

The wars waged on the battle fields of temptation and sin

It is a rare occasion when people come to you and say, "Guess what I did today?"

I learned to love, I bought a meal for a hungry child, I carried my neighbors bags in for her.

Frivolity consumes our Aspirations.

We fight tooth and nail for bigger and better

Turning a blind eye to that person you would have to take your precious time to help.

I guess what I am saying is, stop rushing around, pay attention, love someone a little more today. 

A little child asks, "Why do people Die, Daddy?" 

(Hugging his child)Daddy says, " To make being alive important"

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Oct 14, 2007
Category: Writing and Poetry

                                     Carpi Diem

 

Me head rousing from the pillow

Mine eyes cresting upon a new day

 

New beginnings await us

The tandem teamwork of the Sun and Moon

Ensure that yesterdays mistakes are trapped in yesterday

Alas, we mortals reconvine our sanity over errors of our old selves STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP IT

 

Part 2

EASY, HA I know it's not

Not Easy to...

Forget The Errors we make

Admit a blemish on our pristine self image

This part was extremely hard for me

 

So, what did I Get for it, what did i get for not adhereing

My skin scared in tear drop patterns across my skin

I wear my errors on ankle, hip, hand and knee

My errors make me limp and hobble for all to see

My Lesson here,

      LOVE your life and make it better

      Praise God without regret

     Wake up to new Beginnings or you might have a story to tell just like me

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A Poem of love
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

SOMETHING TOOK SHAPE.....

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Lifes Lessons
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Tottering towards History

I limp with every step

My face grimaces and contorts

My veneer wrinkled with pain

Mine eyes clasped shut

Lips pursed tight

Every step is a wobbling fight

Yet……………I smile

Returning my vision to look inward at me

I see where I came and what brought me to be

Traversing this life scape with my shaky gait, I have learned to appreciate the sun so bright

FINALLY, I feel I am walking right  

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Poem of lose and its effects
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

My headache

Unannounced

Uninvited

Your tempestuous voice reverberates in my startled mind

Echoes of your broken vows, re-hew the freshly scabbed scars upon my heart

Your departure creviced my soul

Doubt and self pity bubble over with a dash of rage in the chasm whence you stood

You who, once my healer

Is now my malady

Currently reading : The Devil and Miss Prym: A Novel of Temptation By Paulo Coelho Release date: 03 July, 2006

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Today
Current mood: creative

It is a day to cherish

Looking up into the sky in awe and wonder

Asking out load the unanswerable question

Listening to the heart of the world

Pulsate with the sounds of nature

Natures breathe parting my hair

Flowing over me like rivers of rejuvenation

Today is a day to browse your surroundings with virgin eyes

Taking in everything, that yesterday was for granted

Let the sun beat her heat upon you

Walk barefoot through Ms. Nature's hair

Today enjoy this canvas we have been given, fore you know not what tomorrow might bring  

Currently reading : The Alchemist: A Fable About Following Your Dream By Paulo Coelho Release date: 10 May, 1995

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For Cathy, sorry no comments on this one

This is for a person who I had the honor of calling friend.  Even though I did not know her very well, I am honored to call her a friend.  You will be missed!!

What should I write?

How do we do justice, to a life so treasured

Shutting our eyes we can still see your smile

What once you were and in our hearts will always be

Oh our dear Leeta how so we will miss thee

Your heart was of gold and your wit of fire

Today oh dear one our tears are for you

Forever after today you memories shall be anything but few

Everyday from now will be in part be an honor to you

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Being Proud of Poetry
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

To the Haters

Publicly I announce my love for me

Unafraid of your stabbing thoughts of malcontent

I adjust myself sternly and spit at your feet

Conformist I am not,

Yes I am a Poet

I am a Man

Insult me, I will contort these words, grab a dictionary

As I scathe verbs into your brain

Tiring out your intelligence, as it struggles to decipher my cryptic jargon

So insult me, here I hand you an epic and take pleasure in your eyes trying to construe me  

Again I say throw at me your silly words and I will befuddle your brain with multi syllable colloquialisms, and in the end have you laughing with me, not even knowing I insulted thee

I am honestly not sure where this one came from; I just sat down and started typing this is what came out.  Guess I was a little angry, but I feel much better now, I hope you enjoy this one

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Contemplation
Category: Writing and Poetry

How different are We...

We are as pigeons, amassing around brown loafers

Scuttling amongst one another sparring for the handouts of the masters

The busy sparrow transporting roughage from here to there

Erecting its nests in manicured communities

Repeatiously we go and return with food to feed the chicks

Their greedy mouths gaped and necks craned, begging for out attentions and nourishment

Really are we all that different

Currently listening : The Very Best of Otis Redding, Vol. 1 By Otis Redding Release date: 10 November, 1992

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A little something for Mothers Day
Category: Writing and Poetry

Once a year a day springs upon us

A day of appreciation and love

Breakfast in bed and soft gentle hugs

On this day your day Mother's Day

On this day, lie next to your mom and remember the days of old

My story could began a myriad of ways

But ,it is here that I start, with my preverbal resurrection

I start at a time in my life when I lay battered and broken

The pain shooting with ferocity and unrepentance

So motherly you reached out your hand embracing my own

Warmth took over like only the touch of a mother's can

Like so many times before across the path of my life you absorbed my strife

Taking it into you out of love, to absolve my enormous discomfort

So many times you have been my vessel

To my Mother whom I Love

It is your turn to channel to me

I Love You this day and tomorrow

Thank you ever so much for being my friend and teacher

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The adventure of a lifetime(hopeful write)
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Chasing my Dreams

Heavy Sighs of exhaustion

Sweat beads upon my soul

Soft smiles grace my face

Hands on knees

Breaths heaving

My stomach fluxing and expanding

Reluctantly, my feet again take speed

For I know not where I head

Just what I can see

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A familys need (faith prayer)
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Prayers through Oil Fires

On her knees, fingers interlaced

Her elbows resting on the mattress edge

Looking up with her eyes shut

She whispers into the air

"Dear Jesus, I need to first off thank you, for my child and life.

I know you and I are not acquainted very well

I cannot imagine how incredibly busy you must be

I have but one request

Please bring home my husband

I have came to realize in his absence, my child and he, were gifts from you and I cannot live without them

The little I have read from you, I have come up with this

Through you all is possible

For I need him so, as does our son"

On his knees, fingers interlaced

His elbows indenting the sandy soil

Machine gun lying next to him

Looking skyward with eyes shut

He whispers to the wind

"Dear Jesus, I need first to thank you for me staying alive one more day. See Lord as we wage war in the old Babylon, there are 2 angels awaiting my return

Both of whom I love and a son whom I have yet to meet

This war is not of my own, please please another day for I need you so

Thank you and let my family know I love them

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For Andrea
Current mood: gloomy

A friend of mine was in a terrible car accident a week or so ago, I just found out about it, she is at University of Maryland Shock Trauma, there could be no better place for her atm.  They saved my life when I was there, so I would like to freestyle a poem just for her,  keep in mind I am writing right now, it is not scripted

 Casted realizations

  Crisp white walls delude your eyes from the pain

  Medical odors tickle your nerves

  Spiking your anger, for they constantly remind you where you are

  Morphine induced nap times retake your sanity from the perpetual pangs of strife

  Unannounced strangers, white coats, bad breath, pesky long nose hairs probe your scar riddled skin(funny the things you remember most about doctors, mine was nose hairs lol)

  Unexpected visitors struggle to smile hoping to give you moments of happiness

Privitally on our knees praying for your rehabilitation

Thanking our Gods for your life

From here you will see, life is a little brighter

Meanings of beauty are revealed, you have never seen such beauty until you have learned to apprciate almost not being able to see it again

Andrea we all love you and pray, I know you will not see this, this is just my way Thank you for your friendship and I will see you soon

Kevin

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