I am not an actor in a play
I am not here purely to get paid
My reactions may be an overreaction
It’s cause I can’t be subtle
When the stakes are this high!
Remembered
Grandmother
I remember you fondly
A memory I cling to
Clinched in the fist of a child
Time you always had for me
Until we were robbed of our time
But this memory I still have
And I cherish it
For all time
#Love
When I held your face in my hands
All the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place,
And in my mind’s eye,
I discovered that the meaning of life is,
Love.
The Song
Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.
Memories
Commit to memory
Everything you picked up in your trajectory
Don’t come down to land
Until you’ve done all that you can
As these are what you have
When your quieter days
Outnumber the hectic ones
Free, Love!
The ropes that tie my heart in knots
Stretch taut and strain
As my heart swells
Against the bonds that restrain love
These ropes cut like blades ‘n’ bleed profusely
For, death is a relief without
The freedom to love!
#Mosh
Collect all of your happy
In one basket of merry
Drench it in port cherry
And plenty of alchy bevys
Neck it down in one
To make your mind swim
In a wad of sticky honey
Floating to the surface
With all the other intoxicated fishes
For this is a union of bliss,
An orgy for the masses,
Jumping in tandem in the mosh pit of life
To reach the ultimate group high
Then even out on the plateau
And steer each other gently on the decline
Bringing you back to reality
Without a hiccup
Rather than tripping,
While skipping steps,
On the spiral stairway down
‘Cause them be friends,
You’d do good to keep around
Trouble
The bad boy you liked,
Trouble had a knack of finding him
His tattoos,
You had a habit of tracing with your expertly manicured nails – you must’ve done it a 1000 times,
As he whispered the story behind each one
Secrets, he shared that said he trusted you above others,
Made you feel very special
You got accustomed to his piercings,
Nestling against your body in that way they did
Intoxicated by his caresses,
He became your addiction,
Your one good deed,
That thrilled you to repeat
Doing time, while he was inside;
Felt like you were in prison too
Loyalty, he demanded,
Which you had no qualms about
Though if you were honest,
Your eyes rested a little longer than they should:
On the thoroughly decent man across the road
Bland he may have been,
But at least he was there
You found yourself inviting him in,
And found trouble and mischief had infected you as well
Self-pity makes you forget the consequences,
Until your senses returned
And you had to admit:
The bad boy had made you into a bad girl,
Without you knowing it
You had left too many marks on the good man across the road,
For your indiscretions to be completely unnoticed by his wife,
To slowly corrupt the happiness that they had had,
And, you liked that you had
Except, you forgot that the bad boy you had liked
Was not the forgiving type,
And, underestimated the lengths a scorned wife would go
To settle scores for impertinence sakes
A recipe that does not bode well for a bad girl trying to cover up an indiscretion;
Or, an otherwise dull man sitting on a large family inheritance,
With a sociopath for a wife in disguise laying in wait,
To seize on any excuse to trigger an early windfall.
‘Pebbles’
Ever since she left,
Pebbles have been drawn to my heart,
Weighing on me,
Like wet rocks stretching polythene to tearing,
I can think of nothing else but this weight,
And, I keep asking myself:
How can I have been this in love,
Without even knowing it?