11/15/2012

A Curious mind
in a historic tragedy.
I’ll never get know,
his absence; normality

As father time ticks,
And the age grows older.
A yearning such to meet him,
Has grown on my shoulder

I see organic smiles,
And young lit eyes.
I wish I could have seen
Where mom’s heart did lie.

Eccentric Combinations
of lines, ink and color.
Materialistic evidence;
The camera did discover

What I hear about now
Is what she lived then.
His death while a child,
I’ll never know him

They say we are connected;
They say that were similar;
They say i can't do anything about it...
Thats not true, I will never be  you!

They say we have the same taste;
They say we have the same look;
We have the same DNA what do you expect...
After all of this It still doesnt make me you!

Im my eyes my dad died long ago;
Who does that make you?

I fear one day I should have daughters,
Yet I already know their names:
Ruby, Jane, Dotty, Maggie, Charlotte.
Would it be a blessing or a curse
If they turned out like me?
My mom told me when I was young
“it ain’t easy being a woman, I’m sorry.”
Sure as **** that was true.
I swear I never took that woman for a fool.
I can’t help the way it plays in my head
The pain in a woman’s eyes
Her smile so alive
It tells every lie
Deep down she’s half dead.
As I walk this path myself
Just as generations before
I wonder if that’s why
Little girls have such pretty names
To have something to keep it together for.
I’m older now and I still dream of their faces
How they’ll do right by
Our family of strong women
Whose names they were given.
Don’t be sorry, Mamma dear,
You pass your burdens to me
So our family can survive another year.

What's usually blemished considered a sin
Your accent marks on porcelain skin
Each crafted by caring clean hands
Crafted like a Persian Carpet
Each imperfection intended
So imperfectly perfect
Rich, pale, silk tapestry

Lily pads that dot a foreign river
Falls last leaves on Winters first snow
Paint splattered on white canvas
Each inch speckled
Every crevice freckled  
I'll find each one you wear

The Astrology of your body
Making constellations with my finger
Your back is Gemini
Orion on your shoulder
Leo for your inner thigh
Serpens, Sextans, Ursa Minor
Late night skies for lonely eyes

You pull at my hair.
You pull at my teeth.
You spit at my back.
You say you care.

I give you my hair.
I give you my teeth.
I smile at your lies.
I tell you I care.

You wipe my tears.
You hold my hand.
You are yourself,
the source of my fears.

You cause my tears.
You pull at my arm.
I am not myself.
Take away your mirrors.

Dear Mister,
Do you hate the world so much?
What could have hurt you so bad?
I want to know because I tried loving you
But you were always living in the past.

Dear Mister,
Do you know everything?
Or are you just fooling yourself?
I think you put to much blame on the world.
Instead you should worry about your health.

Dear Mister,
You smoke too many cigarettes.
You should go for a run.
Maybe trying being nice to yourself
You're a mean son of a gun.