I remember…

I remember when the world was real
And people honestly told you how they feel
Now all they do is kill
With knives and words disguised as zeal
Wasting time, robbed of education… what a steal!

I remember when people weren’t afraid to hurt
Mom’s raised kids and upheld their skirts
Dad fostered young men with tucked in shirts
And kids had respect cuz they were raised in church
Yet today they smoke and curse dodging those that murk

I remember when days weren’t so long
Where has our creativity gone?
When will people learn the words to the song?
Instead time’s stuck with a wedgie from a unfit thong
Waiting for knowledge to pull it out so it can move on

Dazed I stand watching and considering tender
Holding on to what I remember

Black Church

Singing Baptist hymns
Hats shouting in pews
Easter Sunday morn

 

Oklahoma

Glass walkway of pink house
Slurping watermelon and spitting seeds in grass
Granny, Poppa and cousins we meet

You Let Me Go

You asked me why I did it so I told you how I felt
I explained my observations and reservations hoping you would melt
I understand you want me happy but I needed your input too
When you told me nothing, it was thinking I had to do
I asked you why we should be and you hit me with an I don’t know
Which let me know subtly that you were letting me go
I had my hand in your hand and was running toward the door
As I pulled you released it causing me to tumble to the floor
Scared I gathered arguments and threw them at you as I bolted toward the end
You just closed it behind me and with a good night it was fin
You had no counter arguments, which meant you felt my way
All you had to do was think; success was in your lap my heart being the bait
You just said I had the same and noticed it was late
So I just agreed, even though my mind I you should stay
Before I could blink we were really through
you had let me go and even though not true said there was nothing you could do
I’m not giving you all the credit; our demise was ultimately my fault
I’m just letting you know that you played a major part
You had your reservations too; I picked up on your thought flow
Me, I may be a commitaphobe But you, You let me go.

Discombobulation

Discombobulation Standing at a crossroad Before me I can see two choices Visualize it with me… a lonely dirt path with the white double sign illuminating the only options Scary, pick the wrong one and endure a world of hurt and pain before ending back up at this very perplexing place  …That is if back is possible Exciting, pick the right one and live a life of seasonal bliss where no troubles follow everything is right and back is a place never to be thought about again  Seasonal…because eternal bliss is impossible…isn’t it? Back at this crossroad Path right leads me to you,  Path left…you guessed it…takes me far away…away from you I turn and look back, close my eyes and float back to earlier times Times when we seemed happy at least we went through like everything was good I long for this… I reach for it but in the instance it came… it fades away  Not an option… at least not anymore This lifeline went out through my own discourse, from mistakes I made myself and am forced to pay for Pay for in more ways than one…

Writers Confessions

Inkblot on a paper
Artwork on its own
An internal guide to my inner soul
Meaning more than one could ever know
Weaving and describing what I feel within
Coming in different sizes and all different forms
From Synonyms to antonyms, the Thesaurus always knows
Adjectives, verbs, phrases, and objects
Plenteous- the source is never ending
Oh Webster you lucky thing
I can only fathom the day when I can be as knowledgeable as thee
What is in a name?
Will a rose by any other name still smell as sweet?
You give me the power to test this theory
The power to think and create
To come up with a formula or secret recipe for the bake
Where would I be without you
I don’t know probably lost
Cause without you my words
I cannot express my thoughts