I once was told In Broooklyn New York I had a lackadaisical attitude. It was the first time I was hearing That whimsical adjective ! So lackadaisical I was ! Looked like an illness The way they said it It seemed I could contaminate. So I stopped a few seconds to think and dissect the word Lackadaisical I lacked a daisy somewhere ! Sounded like I lacked a fuse in my brain ! Next thing I know I was checking the word In my reminiscences of the Oxford English Dictionary Or may be it was Webster's And it said in black and white ferns I lacked purpose I wasn't properly lazy, I just lacked directions I lacked enthusiasm, stamina I was devoid of zest I was blasé Insouciant Careless. Translated into more French I was nonchalant and better said Jemenfoutiste. It was during an encounter group And they threw that lackadaisical attitude ******* to my face And guess what i did ?! I just kept on smiling Jemenfoutiste to the extreme. And they kept saying See what I mean, you 're so ******* lackadaisical , man ! You're so pathetic ! You're so apathetic ! It was Winter in America like Gil Scott-Heron would say And it felt so good, so warm, As far as I could see, To be called lackadaisical And not laconical. I not only lacked a daisy I lacked a bunch of tropical flowers indeed ! Like bouganvillea, orchid or hibiscus Anthurium, jasmine or bromeliad I lacked sun and sea Strange as it was Even though I was near Atlantic Avenue, Coney Island So I was lackaseacal and lackasuncal But what I didn't lack was ants in my pants And until today they make me dance My forever lackadaisical dance.
I've been thinking About the moon Her sweet scent Of jasmine and rose She glances Upon the night blossoms And smiles Her beaming light It dances Upon my skin And her reflection Is just as beautiful As her star-children Sleep
I'm not Cinderella, who came to the party and met the prince because I didn't have those glass shoes or being Ariel, exchanging the beautiful tail with feet for a man from another world Aurora fell asleep long enough, then love came from a prince with a kiss, could it be? then, should I become Snow White who was poisoned by an apple then fell asleep and the prince came just to be able to see me every day. No could I have to meet an unlovely and cursed prince like Belle, and love him sincerely? but I can't like Elsa that freezes the human heart because I am still need love like Jasmine from Aladdin, but I don't want to be a present I might have to venture out across the vast ocean to find the lost, yes it's Moana so I have to be brave and tough like Mulan about anything that will happen in reaching the dreams and love that might not be easy
Jasmine smells of Lavender to me, except the plant of color reminds me of a time that was lonelier. I've held a bit of the scent, but was compelled to be rid of the dried herb that lingers, and tickles my legs in my own bed as a reminder to dust myself off and try again. I sniff the freshly fallen blossoms I've laid atop my comforters, fondly. I try to erase the fear of the spirals, smelling flowers and escaping sleep and remember that I've become the company I keep. So that when I anoint my temples with white petals I forget the loneliness lavender reminds me of.
Small and white, Their scent a delight, Blooms at night. String them with your hand, In your wedding garland. Pluck these fragile flowers, As offers, On the graves of your loved ones, Light a scented candle when done.