Willoughby: Favorites

Jul 2018 Willoughby

Eryck

Witness the gentleness of her spirit
soaring with affirmative hope.
To nurture the kindness and decency from others is her guiding goal.

Men aren't brutes it's just a notion,
a characteristic strain to be loved away.
Her sympathetic understanding is like a potion.
Her words hummingbirds, her tongue a bouquet.

Beaming smile, laughing eyes,
tender of heart for the witnessing.
You'll feel like a present or a prize
because she believes all people interesting.

Everyone and all want to be around her,
as far as the eye can see.
Who is this person of such profound magnificence?
It's YOU if you want it to be.

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Thunderstorm

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Zachary William

Thunderstorm

It is the silence
between strikes
of lightning
that gives
thunder any
real meaning
but that does not mean
you shouldn't speak

Jun 2018 Willoughby

I'll do Nothing...on Mothers Day

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Eryck

I'll do Nothing...on Mothers Day

I'll  do nothing...
bad in life that will make my mother cry.
You can disgrace me, debase me, tie me to a railroad track.
But once the tears flow from my beloved mother, there's  no putting them back.

I'll  do nothing, bear this in mind and hear it,
I'll  do nothing that will diminish her spirit.
I  wont let evil near it.
I'll honor her by being like her, and proudly cheer it.

    A mother is nurture, she is the birth of nature.
A teacher not a taker, a mentor not a faker.
The ultimate God given talent, a human being maker.

She forsakes hers for the needs of yours,
with dreams of high aspirations of her off- spring for,
nothing less, till their health and happiness soar.

Who else in this jaded,
complicated,
world gives unconditional love. Who else.
Who else has you in their thoughts expressly, wantonly.
Who else has you in their thoughts religously, constantly.

Concerned about your wants and needs, worries and dreads,
doesn't want to pry, so she prays for you instead.
Who else.
No one else!

I'll  do nothing bad in life that will make my mother cry.

Happy father's day. Sorry dad.
Second place, in away, ain't so bad.

Jun 2018 Willoughby

The Beginning or End of an Era

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Poetroyalee

The Beginning or End of an Era

Why are people afraid of me?
I am simply an ideology.
Why do people feel ashamed of me?
I am simply a human being.

We cannot all think the same,
yet people 'promote diversity'.
We cannot think the same,
so there lies the hypocrisy.

Amidst their disguises of compassion,
there is a dangerous distraction.
If they truly encouraged love,
then they would not promote destruction.

A looks different from b,
in todays world, that is an abomination.
B thinks differently from c,
in todays world, that is an invasion.

It is also as if people want to rewind time
and stop at segregation.
Like a pervasive virus,
there is more and more division.

We cannot rewrite history, but we relive it.
We can change the future by solving the present.

I am tired of people lying and saying they promote diversity and love
when instead they hate freedom of thought. It is so unfair how people are branded simply because they disagree with certain beliefs or practices. We cannot all look or think the same. But it is terrible when that becomes the expectation. The hate and injustice in this world is so disgusting and devastating. Many people including myself hope for progress but that can be extremely difficult.

#division #injustice #frsutration #lies #hybrids #deception #unity

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Charm City Art Space

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Cardboard-Jones

Charm City Art Space

When I found you on the rooftop
Crumbling at the knees,
You confessed to me the air
Made it hard to breathe.
You felt complacent
But knew you had somewhere you had to be,
Just getting harder to leave.

We found some solace
In the undergrounds of Charm City.
You said “These basement shows relieve the angst inside of me.”
I said “It’s gonna get better, love, just wait and see.”
It’s getting hard to believe.

Wandering hearts.
We were lost in the Art Space, the soul of the city.
Looking for answers
All we found were strangers and bands bonding over riffs.

She’s still waiting for the air to be breathable again.

There we were, sardine packed,
Shouting out for the band.
Vibes of Old Bay Punk echoed off the walls.
Jimmy’s worried the neighbors might call a noise complaint.
Tommy’s laughing as he turns up the stereo.

After the show
We stumbled out of the basement
Off balanced and content.
Smelling like sweat and Natty Boh.
The high wore off and we were back to where we began,
Wandering the streets with shattered lungs and dreams.

On Charm City rooftops
You broke down all around me
Along with the railings in the basement of Art Space.
By one or two we wandered into the Ale House.
We were just in time before they had last call.

Somewhere on Pratt street
We ran into Remy.
He was looking for Megan and a taco truck.
Found our way, unwinding on a bench by the harbor.
I swear there was magic in your midnight eyes.
You held my hand, and breathed a bit lighter.

The air is not so bad...

#charm #city #breathe #hope #angst #music #maryland #love #basement

Jun 2018 Willoughby

When I Was Younger

Jun 2018 Willoughby

Eryck

When I Was Younger

When I was younger:
   I shuffled along,
to no urgent song,
didn't march through my day strong. When young and strong are the best time for planned  convictions.
There's no acting lazy, or slowing down to the crazy, unless you want to live ungracefully in this hard unforgiving world.
When I was younger:
   I lacked logic cause I didn't make clear my premise,
like a man with no plan, a sap with no map.  I wandered tither and yonder like a ghoal  without a goal, a ghost least of most,  no future to ponder.
When I was younger:
   I bogged down in metaphorical feces cause I didn't watch where I was wading, forsaking and debating, planning is for suckers, futures are for chuckers.
When I was younger:
   I did nil and stood still while the city raced around me, progress to astound thee, forgetting the earth constantly rotates 260 miles an hour- waiting for no one.
When I was younger:
   Like the Dodo bird I forgot to grow wings, was eatin by rats and things, became extinct and unlinked to a place run on business, consumerism and cash. On the rocks I was dashed.
When I was younger:
I became he who loses, with a broken compass and excuses, laying laggardly leaderless, with the snoozing and the boozing, and sold my initiative for a bag of grass.
That's when I was younger:
   I'm older than that now.  But I still remember. It's  hard being younger!!