Dispassionate Objectivity #2
The helicopter hovers over the neighborhood
I listened to the hiss of the radiator. Often I'd
awaken in the wee hours, somehow this morning
evokes a mother's greatest fear: and deepest pain
about burying her only child.
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Only God know what happen to flight three seventy
Have it been stolen?
Once again it crowd in the skies
Somehow, as years goes by it seem to
more dangerous than football grounds
So many question, but not enough answers
~~3
Unfortunately, only God know what lurks in the hearts
Of reckless people
Ones can only say, so many times
“Look what they gone and do”
~~~4
  Your Home, your sanctuary
your comfort zone
However, when you are blown to smithereens
From a building gas explosion
useless tears , silent prayers

After they are gone
Nothing seem the same anymore
No matter how much you stare at the door
Or adapt your hearing range for that special click
In hope of hearing that crackling tick
The thrilled is gone
~
Now we avoid each other
Like the poisoned pawn
Once he was a rock
in my golden pond

I have wanted other things:  more than anything
,

The thing I wanted most
was a Barbie doll
Nana said that it was useless and a waste of money
So instead Nana brought me three beautiful summer dresses
~~
When I was about ten years old, I wanted a Barbie doll with golden hair
Instead they brought me a cheap doll with no hair;
and some frilly days of the week underwear

Every part of my doll kept coming apart
I remember my little brother chewing on the doll feet leaving bite marks
~
I had to keep the doll away from kettles, candles, radiators and even the hot sun
Once I leave it near an electric water kettle: To my surprise I never knew that
Cheap plastic usually melt
~~~
When I was about fourteen, I wanted to go to the country fair with my friends
To experience the life of a teenager,
Instead granddad got out his vintage bell and Howell movie cameras
and said to me “watch your friends from afar with these new lens”
~
I wanted others things more than anything else besides
Being under the watchful eyes of my grandparents:
I wanted to be that kind of kid that who stayed out late and get into trouble:
I wanted to be that badass defiance one

The outer surface does not project the truth,
so many of us live in fear.
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How often have we wondered why intelligent individual
do the craziest things,
just to add a title to your name
some of us get married under false pretense.
in addition, some seldom does it for the wrong reason.
caught in relationships season after seasons,
was it for the soul purpose of trying to fulfill a yearning?
for those that cannot be determine.
~~~~
As we buried it deep within our souls
our intangible way defines us,
getting impregnated in hope that he would stay
eventually one day he would stray.

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However, it is the fear that crippled most of us,
then it has become the lack of trust,
because we build our project on weakness,
therefore, it loosens as the years goes by,
then the elasticity of our life shows tremendously.
~~~~
this necessary part of our life becomes a reality
and once again the yearning seize,
now here comes nothing.
wasted years and wasted nights,
not it is time to struggle and rebuild our images,
unlike a baby first steps.
we stumbled and fall.
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We reborn into wiser individual,
Is this a new beginning?
for us to trained our minds from sensing the shame,
moreover, shifting the blame.
as we desperately mastered our thoughts unto higher horizons,
and rid our souls from toxics elements in our life.
transcending unto a peaceful life.
Is this a new beginning?
For us.

A dozen roses on her nightstand
Seem so uneven
they came around two-ish
I watch as the family members hug and kiss her
~
However, the little boy stood by the door
Staring at the old hag in the chair
She stares back at him
~
“Oh how she love him once
is this what  love look like
As it die faster than yesterday flowers
Where have all the flowers gone?
  When she said
It’s a boy
six years ago

A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH
My Dearest Kevin
My hands shake nervously as I write this letter
  the ink made heart-shapes
resembling pieces of my heart as it reach out to you
                
I just want you to know that loving you isn’t easy
My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mills @ Boons
collection of books
Haven't prepared me enough
To deal with a player like you
I heard it through the grapevine,
That you are heartbreaker, and a womanizer
With only one thing on your adolescence mind

My grandmother always told me, that
Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free
My grandma is a wise woman
More like a heroine in my eyes
I am the heroine of my life
More like a Nancy Drew
Without a clue

I am never satisfied I am curious
And mysterious
However I am very chary
Kind of gal
^
I do believe that
I am in love with you today
However,
I might hate you tomorrow
Because you never know with a secret admirer
To the man I love today
They are nothing more than I can say.
I will wait for your reply my love

A Pray For Peace

Father for thy, promise blessing
Let there be no more uprising
Forgive the misunderstanding
God of love eases all suffering

Thy high counselor spoke of war
distrubuting bandoliers and cigars
Clearly, there is no escaping
God of love eases all suffering

It’s sad to see the frantic cries
As thousands of tortured soul dies
Stop the tears, regret and lies
Glory to God, and praise thee

I married him for all the wrong reasons
his dashing good looks
which
leave something to be desired
~
secondly
~
the  added addition
to his bank books,
which was a God sent
in this winter of my hardship
~
And by this all being tragically said
Never once have I  bothered to check out the family tree
~
indeed wasn’t
a sensible adjustment
~
Finally
I divorced him for all the right reasons his
Cheating and dealing
and his inexperienced *******
This was worse than any dealing

I woke up to another month,
In another year,
and nothing seem to change
the wintry cold, the eastern wind
the older it gets

nothing seem to change,
but this confounded weather
Goodbye January
Please enter Ms. February
Please show us some love and harmony.

A devilish change indeed
I've seen the Oppressor's cruel words
I looked into their eyes and smile
~~
My granddad most memorable words
Look into their eyes and smile my child
Never bow your head unless it’s to pray
~~
They might have a running feud with you
Not you with them
folks fight their own demon within

It’s the tainted smell from the blood
Of the beast as it washes our dark street
And clog our drains with shame and stains

Obnoxious things that would never go away
In this age of time:
because off the vitriolic hatred and bigotry
which often lead to hate words and crime
~
Granddad said he drank, talk and laugh
with them at the pub
and watch as the rats nibble at their faces
As they fall into the ditches in society fueding
about the black race.

However, a rat isn’t going to bite you
You unless he feel threaten.
so small point keep on smiling

It’s in the heart of the winter,
Spring is so far away,
The foggy cloud,
competes with the cold misty rain
And here we are once again,
~
I ran my fingers through my soft hair
as your breathe a timely hissed, hissed
So steamy, so inviting
down my neck while caressing my face
back, my buttocks
with tingling sparkle of spray
~
My body is warm and yet its shivers
the scent of lavender, and peppermint
Circle the air with a comforting feel
I looked at that size of its head
And shout
Shiver- me –timber
~
You **** golden rain;

What did Guru the Monk whisper in my ear
He said "why mimic the soul of a fool
the fool is between heaven and hell

You embrace the light
he lived in darkness
Why mimic the soul of a foul

Every man thinks he is wiser than his neighbor
his house is adjacent and both lawns merge
with his Academic Achievement;
he is still an undergraduate

What did Guru the Monk whisper in my ear?
"My sister each website has an owner
each owner has an agenda
he provides the stars
but withheld the moon.

Your soul shines through everything
you touch, say or do.
blessed my child;
"Your mama didn't
raise a fool

January
winter objectivity
the coldest month of the year
a month that bring most folks to tears
Wooly shawls, fluffy robes
doggy ears slippers struggles
to warm the curse of your cold feet
~~
Early to bed, and early to rise
Followed by a hot cup of fresh mint tea
Vick vaporize that stings your eyes
Would make a blind person see clearly
~~
Re-corking that age old red wine
from nineteen eighty-nine
with two wines glasses on the top cabinet
In hopes of one day for another romantic setting
Or most likely your daughter futuristic June wedding
~~
let’s accepted the unacceptable
I cannot imagine a winter without snow
a summer without the hot blasting sun or
autumn without the leaves  slowly falling
to the ground,
mother nature the grief we feel
your unalterable changes of your teaching
once again you have won this round

My dream begins with me
I saw the darkness before the light
When I was your woman
Everything seem so surreal

A transformation from a wild teenager to
A wife, mother and friend
A dream, most women dream of
sadly deep within that life wasn’t for me
I wanted to be free
~
So, I rebel, again and again
Story of my life
I held on for the sake of my children
Now, there are all grown
Now, here I am smiling and mending my broken heart
my dream begins with me
my dream was to be free.

I remember when I said
I love you more
That was so long ago,
But when I looked at you now
I know there is no guarantee
About whom you let into your heart
Because falling in love is only a temporary
Madness,
I looked in the mirror and saw the real me
the one who were lost in the confusing forest
~~~
Why, did I love him more?
Knowingly, falling in love is only a temporary madness
Never again will I ever again listen to his husky voice
~~~~
Finally, the forest is clear,
and suddenly a perfectly clear clouds appears
It’s time to listen to the woman
in the mirror of truth
Apparently,
she love herself once more

Saying goodbye
to the passing of the year:
It was one hell of a vintage
So let's raise our glasses and drink ourselves away
into the new unknown
with an old traditional cheer,
~~~~
Once again I have finished another year with uncertainty
Of ever learning to love again
I supposed dodging the reality of life
Means no second chances
~~~~~~
So let’s ring in the New Year with
Our heads held high
While we raise our glasses and drink ourselves away
Into a the new unknown

Whoever you are, or wherever you may be,
my only wish is happiness
For you,
On this special day of the year,
It’s not only about the presents under the green pine tree,
or the artificial holidays decoration that
led up like the lights on Broadway
It’s about giving a friendly salutation to all
your friends, family and neighbors.

It's about the prince of peace,
and our joy and salvation
So once again my friends
Peace, love and happiness

To all believers on this blessed day
May the joy of happiness
Be with you always.
Merry Christmas from my house to yours

Making love to my poems

making memories that last forever,
come sit beside me and let
your words be mine forever,

Let's wipe away the tears
of yesteryears ,
modern words activates the sound of your voice
words of where are.. thou,
and thou shall ....is dead and buried.

Who are you ?
Where did you come from
My shining star

Forgive my grammar,
forgive my nouns
however, you can read between the lines
as you your hands slipped  off the key board  and onto my legs
and it became long verbs.

my uncontrollabe fingers nervously trace each pronouns
as I cried out  "my God, "oh my Lord,
Come into me, come into me,
shield me from all the adjectives

I felt the couplets of a word forming
suddenly, my train of thoughts  turn to L'Allegro

A Haiku comes together,

It is very cold
on the dark side of the moon
moon peeks through black clouds:
Or
like burning desires to perform an illusion
of tigers mating under in the hot sun
as the female purrs unleashing the animal within man

Music, ecstasy, is what I am feeling
I am blind  my love,
you are so ******* kind to me,
Yesterday is dead

Tomorrow is promise to no one
so there's nothing to fear
hurt me with your words,
like alliterations as I make love to my poems
only my eyes can see your beauty
with each line, meter, tones and sounds

hiding your feelings from others is my destiny
to preserve you,
let your warmth be a challenge
of spoken words as I orchestrated
an euphony...

Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh dun duh
"How do I love thee let me count the ways....Quote

That day when I met the Eskimos
they were sitting by an ice cube house
On the hot Caribbean Island of Brim
I was about ten
The Tourism Board parade them like cattle on an auction block
Somehow, this Trinidadian floosy remind me of Eskimo Nate
All eyes in the shop were on her hips
those
bewitching and enticing  moves

As she walked away,

Her long dread locks swing from side to side
I knew it wasn’t black pride
who was she trying to impress?
There wasn’t  a man insight

just a beauty shop full of high volume of estrogens
and mixtures of hair bleach and toxic fumes
so difficult to consumes

The hairstylist just knew how to work it
with her deep orange outfit,
her usually looking pouty lip;
would make a Godfearing woman turn tricks

The **** bowlegged female *****
Never seem to quit.
She remind me of a younger me
a very long time ago looking for a mate
stylish, feminine young thing
But look where that got me
An unfriendly divorce and years full of hate

The youth of today will carry on the old Madame tradition
If you got it flaunts it.
Make the cowboys want it.

Whose mouth do I speak with
When my anxious thoughts multiply within me
from my heart or from somewhere deep within
Should I bridle my tongue?
Or should I allow it to ride the wind
Until it lessen with time

It’s  tempting: to give away my thoughts
I hate the sound of other poet’s pens
Should I freeze their ink cartridge
and spare the world the pain
from their internal and external mishaps
Should I close my eyes, and say
All's well with the world
The things we must do: not to offend

However, we have to endure many things
to conquer and to win bits at a time
“Comrade-in-arms to my old friends”
all isn’t well within our world.
Because I am a sonnet
In search of a poet
I am imaginative, forceful, and compelling
And sometimes disciplined
But today, who mouth must I speak with?
Anonymous
Your consolations delight my soul.

Hello
Hello,
Did you hear what he says?
If people were taught to hate,
They can also be taught to love
Nelson Mandela

We have heard of so many leaders
Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi
so many fallen heroes
Then we heard of the man who destroyed apartheid
In South Africa,
And quickly the word Nelson Mandela
pops into our heads
The dark and the light
the sadness, the pain,
Then there’s Nelson Mandela legacy
turning the other cheeks against your aggressors
everybody and every nation needs inspirations
but to win:
a soul is require to
become such power leaders like them

R.I.P Nelson Mandela
Our
Anti-Apartheid hero

He board the train at Newkirk
that was his train; that’s his life
a backpackers hostels retreat
to hell with the rest of us...
**** all the haters
**** all the on- lookers;

that seems to be his street attitudes
he slowly force his way between the passengers
they scattered like crows: the stench was so nauseating
we all held our noses:

but he kept on smiling
to hell with the world
they run the city subway cars
No 2, 3, 4, 5, Q, B
was he half a man for being homeless

I felt empathy,
I felt uneasy
But he kept on smiling;

As he sang love and happiness
One of Al Green famous songs
You be good to me
And he is good to you.

I got off that train with a sense
Of happiness being able to go home
life can be so bittersweet
for the poor unfortunate souls

the love and happiness,
he once shared.
Fade many moons ago
so he kept on singing
“Everybody needs an inspiration
Especially when the nights are so cold

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqqAnjY2Rmo

Everything is poetry
even the shame and guilt of adultery
With a twist said Audrey
the weeping widow
she whispered these words
as they lay her husband
six feet under,
once a cheater, always a cheater
still knee-deep in bromantics bliss,
how twisted

He left her for another, who wasn’t the same
His preference got him a spot
behind the scenes old north church
where the white chalky blocks chip away
as the loud  town clocks
tick tocks, every passing hour;

She had a poetic moment, as they
bows their heads in prayer
the ant will welcome you, sonny boy
Toy
the earth welcome your  body
from now to eternity
dust to dust ash to ash
"Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt

She glances around and saw his lover standing there
she smile and whisper
Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return
All burdens have been lifted.

I divided my tears into section
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue: I thread
I remembering the good times we shared
Yesterday, was your birthday
today: it’s my revelation:   I  have taken
another course in my life: unlike the blackbird
I once encounter
Who were entangled with kite strings
high in the branch of a tree
his scary beaded eyes, his Okalee  frightening sounds

His destiny had lies in the hands that set him free
I remember standing there for a moment
and wondered, what would this bird ever do for me
if I set him free
however,  as we all know God blessed heroes
that day I was his hero

Today he is my revelation.
I never thought of that bird until this morning
I suppose he is long gone,
Since, the lifespan of a bird is short
But, I would always remember that little black bird
entangled in the mahogany tree: who taught me
the true meaning of empathy

Some folks would tell you that a Demon
lived in all of us

A ****** is a thief
Some public defenders isn’t smarter than his or her clients
One is not required to serve as a juror: on every case

With that in mind:
To create a mental trend is easier.

A train to the plane
isn't insane
however, it’s would be really shocking to
find a hockey player who is tame:

A Police officer with all his fear and anger
A cook without a kitchen:
Is like tango without jingo
A philosophy without any gaps

The new breakfast drink debut
Ice coffee in the morning
Mocha latte' all day
Please don’t interfere with what work
for us throughout the day

I am a woman that follows the warmth
unlike a
tree that wouldn’t blossom
Was it worthless creation?

You can eat tree bark
While the lark
Build its lowly nest
On the ground
A philosophy without any gaps
a client who relapse

We all have a way of asking each other
How are you feeling?
Sometimes, we just have to pretend and
Say
I am feeling fine today,
just for pete sake:
or the long chit- chat conversation

Society
Has force us into a predisposed panic situation
I usually take myself
away from the jaws of distress
And allowed my body to de-tress
So that I can allowed the poetess within
To take hold of the wheel
while I whisper a soft pray
“restore to thee my own,
Once again, I demand the throne”

I’m not a hideous wall flower;
school girl steam pleat, designer girl,
Nike or Jordon’s silly Preteen, air heads
I’m gifted, provocative,
I am the teen princess.

I able to fuss, blush and rebel,
I’m awkward, backward,
I am Peppy long stocking;
I’m all that!
I am teen of the pack;
I am not likely to turn back
I am your commercial, billboard cover story

Smarter than you can imagine,
I am passionate,
but a little old fashion, yet modern,
bold and witty,
Oh yes!
I’m so ambitious, super delicious, super fly
with an upbeat modernize Hollywood red carpet style
I speak in a youthful way;
that’s my urban thesaurus

I am not curse, the curse that invades your privacy,
sometimes, I am sluggish and  downright lazy?
I am mommy baby and Daddy maybe
However, I’m no wall flower

I want to say to forgive and forget
I want to remain in the 99% of unbelievers
I also want to be the one who find the missing pages from the bible

I wish it was possible for me to hold Eve’s hand and say to her
“I know the feeling my sister.
It wasn’t your fault; it was our brother
Adam and the serpent
But who’s to blame,
when the missing pages
Never reveal the truth about man:
and his birthright

One word abomination
And two words
incestuous, relationships
This mystery would stay with us forever;
Knowingly, we can’t figure out
who’s wrong and who’s right

Living for many of us today in a sinful world
where the answers isn’t clear
While the missing pages turned to dust and vanish:

Shame, shame and more shame on our faces
Would it be proven in the end?
We all have our own story to tell
but, time is of the essence

The ***** woman

I remember, a long, long time ago
I asked my granddad: what it is about us
the ***** woman

what we do, what we wear,
how we speak and the way we move
that intimidates them

“Let them talk about us
the others

The way they talk, the way they walk
the way in which they sip tea,
tip their hats and say howdy

I looked into Granddad blue's eyes
and saw the raging fire of life.

I allow my mind to
take me back to that time:
I knew and love the best: that dance
When my feet move like a pro dancer
Smooth and glamorous and elegant to the quickstep
Was it the music, or was it the love in both our romantic heart
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyone needs that inspiration and strength to go
back in time: and see the real us.
together we outshine: them all
here, I am reliving the down, down beats
we share so many swashbuckling moments
ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,
beat!, beat! Beat!
goes my poetic  heart.
We were one with the music………….
Happy, happy days.

I stood by the window of my bedroom and watch him
walk down the street:  his bald head shine
brighter than the sun today: I thought that his
presence would have affected me: instead I felt a sense of grief
Suddenly, my thoughts turn to a spiritual war fare
the pleasures of sin are only for a season
It passes with time: that was seven years ago
~~~
  However, his body language was a dead giveaway
I moved away from the window and glance at his side of the bed
I sighed and walk to the kitchen.
I picked up the envelope he slid under the door
What a low blow to one’s heart
Knowingly, we once loved each other
I stood by the window of my bedroom and watch him
walk down the street:
we never play for keeps

What’s my main focus?
Is to find the key that open all doors
The key to harmony, and longevity,
My ending is now my beginning
My past is never to be mention
A new sun shall rises in the east
And the north wind shall
Swipe a new path that I shall follow
My new life has just begun
What am I looking for.. is out there

The maybe, I should have, only ifs'
Doubtful thoughts
Shall scattered to the wind,
I only listen to the wind
For the signal
resolution
The golden key is mind.


Hurricane Sandy I thank you
for making me a stronger person today

Remember hurricane  Sandy 10/29/12

Sunday Morning blues

RIO DE JANEIRO all nights or LAS VEGAS nightlife
After two-three glasses of twisted Ice lemon
Or was it an Alabama Slammer which cut like a knife

My days and nights felt like a freight train ride
And that no lie!

I remember the Cuban Bulldog who bite me
three years ago, in Kissimmee;
which left me more than a little weak
those feisty drinks

Or was it that wicked, wacky Long Island Ice coffee
Which almost has done me in?
After, watching a news clips of Momar Kadafi
or was it an episode of Friends

Luckily, for me I met my sweet Marlin Brando
And it was hallelujah and amen in Key Largo
So many bartenders, so many smokes filled rooms
So, once again here I am nursing
Another Sunday mornings blues.

I woke up this morning: feeling so hot and sticky
therefore, I decided to wash my car,
In addition, I was having so much fun: under the sun

The soapsuds, became uncontrollable
I struggled: to keep my short, above my knee.
Up came Officer Bentley and busted me
for indecent exposure on private property

The morning comes a minute too soon
Before my R E M cycle has finished kicked in
I wasn’t mentally prepare to face another day
So, here I am once again: undone

The autumn leaves blanket the cold October ground
  covering Jack' o lantern face and my front lawn
While my candid thoughts were on Halloween spooky night song
~~~~~~~~~~
The loud screams, of trick or treats,
was heard all around this gloomy town
small tots all dress up in hideous costumes
once more my thoughts consume
black coffins,  black spiders and black werewolves,
the most creepiest sound and display on route 69
~~~~~~~~~'
Grown folks hiding behind the masks of darkness
another long night of evil spirits, ghosts and witches
on the darkest night of the year..
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Toddlers with Tiaras are on the verge of tears
what a lose-lose situation:
from beginning to end
~~~~
October is the time for frightening masks:
November is the season for hideous farm killings
Doom day is coming;
I welcome all of you to the darkest time of the year;
Happy Halloween, happy Halloween
Happy Halloween my global friends

Nana says heaven, for her,
and hell is for Granddad;
her words were cockamamie
worse than my granddad Irish Island vernacular
after two to three bottle of whisky

somewhat, impractical ,
somewhat, pragmatic

Granddad, believe that hell was right here on earth."
living with my Nana;

I always believe that wherever, my granddad goes
he would make the best of a bad situation
that was my nomad granddad

“Hell is here on earth
Do you really know where heaven is Ellie?
I have been living in hell all my life
How is your heavenly experience Ellie?
Said Granddad”

His strength, his witty conversation
Always made me smile    

Nana says heaven for her,
And hell  is for my granddad.
This was so sad.

It is very cold
on the dark side of the moon
moon peeks through black clouds

All Blames goes back to an old time religion
Mother without tears, no end
A father without fears, no courage
Poverty is a sin
That can led a nation into abomination
Breeding cattle can solve a herdsman problem
However, how can one sell his daughters for dowry?
Does it worth it to win the lottery,
Then lose it all the next day

Father for thy, promised blessing
Let there be no more uprising
  Forgive the misunderstanding
God of love eases all suffering

Thy high counselor spoke of war
Those bazaar bandoliers and cigars
Clearly, there is no escaping
God of love eases all suffering

It’s sad to see the frantic cries
As thousands of torture soul dies
Stop the tears, regret and lies
Glory to God, and praise thee

Summer is finally coming to an end
Tommy soccer ball lay lifeless in the city drain
Gathering, grease stain
A broken swing lay upside down
After the circus left town
Small footprints engraved on the pavements
Each step seems to lead us to the paths to enlightenment?
So, where shall we go from here?
After the long hot days of summer

Shall we hibernate like mountain bears?
Or shall we shed the heat of summer like autumn leaves
While the cool breeze of autumn take us like bold thieves

Each summer brings a little laughter, a little love
And a flocks of mourning doves,
Unlike the last days of summer vernacular sounds
Sticky night, hot sweat, water fest;
and most of all
those mysterious disappearing teens throngs
shall we look forward to the  long wintry months
With frozen ice and slippery roads
While the city folks take it as a personal affront
Shouting harsh vocabulary words
to Mother Nature

One last drop of water from the city open hydrant
Before another adrenaline
And two more months of summer days
Goodbye, summer.