3-1-2015

I remember yesterday.
The morning birds notes gleefully played.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
The brightest morning there was seen,
And yet there was no sun to beam.
The wispy air and tired eyes,
The devotion we all strive and try.
My God, Selah.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
The day less fatigued from creaking souls.
A new perception, new sights, and new goals.
Classes flying, life goodbye-ing.
Joyous day filled without even trying.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
The jokes he told.
Simply comedy gold.
The smile he gave.
Mentality leaping from a grave.
I am renewed and alive.
I can't wait to see him and thrive.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
Two laughs blended to a familiar tune.
Those girls brought me hope, and good fortune.
To see them laugh, and smile;
So hard, so deep, it's been a while.
My sun and moon and stars above
The pattern of their love.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
Yet yesterday is yanked from possibilities.
Only reminiscing in soliloquys.
Pointless to wish for it reoccurring.
Now for new memories with a base for ushering.
But I will always remember yesterday.

As I lay here tonight, all I really Want to do is hold you tight.
But God said that could not be because you are just to far from me.
I think of all we've been through, the laughs the hurts, the tears, we've cried , the crazy world I've seen you through but most of all me just wanting to shield you from this so called life.
You are apart of me, just like I am apart of you, and my love for you will only grow because you are my beautiful daughter I want you to know.
Time nor distance can ever change the love I feel for you in my heart today.
You are my daughter and will always be, for I once felt your heartbeat growing inside of me.

Because the sun will never kiss your cheeks
His lips will never graze your neck
The warmth will never thaw your heart
Because the sun will never kiss your cheeks,
I feel it is my job

Because the wind will never whisper in your ear
Her hair never tickling your cheek bones
Sweet nothings being told between honey sweet breaths
Because the wind will never whisper in your ear,
I feel it is my job

Because the grass will never welcome you home
It will never greet you with bright flowers in its hair
Dirt far beneath covered by the lush bed
Because the grass will never welcome you home,
I feel it is my job

And when the day has come, when you will lie alone
With no one but the heavens, greeting you bitterly
Nothing to see, no song to hear,
I will be the song, I will sing to you until the dawn breaks
Just like I do through every night

But this song will differ in tune and in lyrics
For it will be the last song you hear
The velvet creeping from my lips
Will grab your hand so softly
It will guide you toward the heavens

And when the day has come, when you will lie alone
I will lie beside you
I feel it is my job

Don't mistake me for some mere mortal man, despite the fact that is what I am.

These numbers all add up, and by "add up" I don't mean "make sense". I mean compile, compound, and condense.

You are every number you are assigned. Your weight, and your height, but you're still one of a kind.

Perhaps the start became askew, as now you have to appease a certain view.

Because maybe between, "I'm trying to lend a hand," and "I'm trying to understand,"

WE found "I'm trying to define." "To outline."

To segregate, to separate.

Maybe it's time we left all these numbers behind, out of mind, and then we'll start to find;

Infinity.

By a symbol it comfortably dwells, and it is free of numeric prison cells.

I will not be shackled in digits, but I cannot be the only one to fix it.

I will have trinities on my breast, and infinitys on my liver will rest.

I will have hearts stained on my kidneys,
And upon my stomach I will florescent trees.

And as all immaculate things must fall,
Down will come symbols, purity and all.

Our descendants will come to our same flawed fate, and symbols will cages create.

Children's children's children will awake, and words they will commemorate.

They will see through to when the pen was invigorated. When words were made and encased and plated.

They will see that though words can strip and tear and disintegrate, words will never fail to free and weld and amalgamate.

So do not mistake me for some mere mortal man despite the fact that is what I am.

Because as time has past on and numbers become ballast,
I will never forget words, the first and the last.

Detroit city was the last to see
The last of you, the last of me
All these years later I'm fit to cry
I love you still, hello goodbye

I bring with me now a whole new game
I'm not the same, I swear I've changed
It's strange to see what years will do
Hello to me, goodbye to you

If I could take us back in time
Would I still lose what I found hard to find
Would Detroit city then sing out
Goodbye to then, hello to now

Years down the road, here's the thing
I didn't mean to make a scene
Down to the  "T"  down to the letter
Hello for now, goodbye forever