scarface's rough rhyme
fills the space in my mind
hood anthem chorus
of few built just for us
...on my block...
no writers, no readers
no bloggers, no tweeters
...on my block...
young kids and their kids
play and fight, day and night
...on my block...
inspiration abounds
if i'd just look around
...on my block...
but i hide inside
my own prejudicial pride
as i debate and decide
whether or not i'll forever reside
...on my writer's block...
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Grief cycle
Seeking solace
From a self-imposed hell
Swinging pendulum wide
from step 2 to step 5 and back again
Angry at feeling so connected to another human being
Accepting of the reason for this overdue season of distance
Disappointed that I allowed myself to grow attached
despite early warnings of certain doom-state
(like a hurricane survivor who wouldn't -or couldn't?- evacuate)
Fearful of the permanence of change…the possibility
That once was…will never be again
Aching all around the edges of the gaping hole he left
Unsolicited images flood my brain
I move from one distracting task to the next
Taunted by
- a toothbrush & shampoo bottle overlooked in the rush
- leftovers left over from our last shared meal
- an overflowing container of unemptied trash
- a radio still tuned to weather & traffic
- a username called forth by my cache
- a spot on the rug where we last made magic
Sharp throbbing through the center of my core
Grieving still
That what once was…isn’t anymore
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The Wisdom of Whitley Gilbert
relax...
...all i ever wanted was the gift of time
energies exchanged
lightened moods and words
- your words -
entwined with mine
in a sublime
duet
that went to show how
intimately
one can...
energies exchanged
lightened moods and words
- your words -
entwined with mine
in a sublime
duet
that went to show how
intimately
one can...
relate...
one to another
sister to brother
daughter to mother
lover to lover
...cipher...
beyond linear
through stanzas
unspoken inkblood
tells stories independent of
writer and reader
...stories spilled over begging
sister to brother
daughter to mother
lover to lover
...cipher...
beyond linear
through stanzas
unspoken inkblood
tells stories independent of
writer and reader
...stories spilled over begging
release...
...like a long-anticipated date
tracked on cement walls
3 wise words
from an unlikely sage
your gift from me
be free
nothing holds you back
be free
new heights await
be free
tracked on cement walls
3 wise words
from an unlikely sage
your gift from me
be free
nothing holds you back
be free
new heights await
be free
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