POETRY

THE FALL

We met.
I didn't know you took the fall.
You saw it all  and still felt compelled to come.
I see the light you cannot hide.
The dirty hair...the shabby clothes...didn't give you away.
     It was the light. 

(inspired by the thought of  an angel taking human form)


ON THE RADIO


Don't anybody write love songs anymore?
There are lots of songs about bumping and grinding, but where did the love go?
I miss music that say something.
Instead of keeping it on the down low, 'let's stay together' 'just the two of us'.
Instead of calling her names, how about trying to 'treat her like a lady'.
Instead of slashing tires and keying cars, take a moment to find out, 'how can you mend a broken heart'.

Remember when broken hearts were eulogized in songs with eloquence.
Don't anyone write songs like 'ain't no sunshine' and 'tracks of my tears' anymore.
I miss the old guys....Smoky, Otis, Al and Marvin.
They really knew how to write a song.
All I hear is rubbish on the radio.

(inspired by rubbish on the radio)



SUPERNATURAL


Walking through a subway at 1a.m.,
Riding on a train alone.
  I made it home.
Met a guy at the library today,
He took me out to see a play.
  I made it home.
Got behind the wheel today,
Had to go a long long way.
  I made it home.
April 29th brought forth a boy,
He is healthy and a joy.
  I made it home.

(Inspired by my life experiences)


GOODBYE

You stood, looked at me and said,
"Watching you grow has been my life's pleasure, and I don't mind telling you that I love you".
You had no legs but you stood.
Your sight was poor but you looked.
Your words were slurred but you spoke.
Oh the sadness that I did not stand first.
Oh the joy, you came to say goodbye.

(inspired by a dream of my deceased Granny...she had no legs)


JOB


This bitter pill my tongue has tasted,
This agony my body feels,
These friends who throw scorn like candy,
Still my lips will speak no ill.

My open sores now all are weeping,
No kind words for me today,
My greatest treasures have all been taken,
Still my lips will speak no ill.

This suffering has no end in sight,
My eyes stay focused on the light,
Haven't I done everything right,
My lips will speak no ill.

Inspired by the book of Job.



FOR DAVE

I found my wings in your song,
My voice in your words
And excitement in your pen.
You make me feel like writing again.
Your led me to my long lost friend.
I just want to say Thank you...again.
You helped me find my pen.

This poem was inspired by my brother's poetry. He is an amazing poet.


ointment

I hate hate how you taste on my tongue
How you sound on my lips.
The very mention of your name is enough to make me sick.
But...the thing is...you're good for me.
Just one touch from you and I'm healed.
If only you made me think of rainbows and horizons.

KEY
I don't want no high key
I don't want no low key
Just gimme de' melody.