Am not just saying
But sharing .

I share a reason
With one
And many
A similarity
With those whom
Understand / understood.

Patience has a measuring
That can get you drunk
Within this cup,
Thus mugged along the rims
Of the stars you see now
In a parallel world
not much a far.

That the silence
Whistles a song
To the wind,
In a room
Barren of life.

Another round
Waiter, waiter
A-weight  my order.

Am getting tipsy
As a song plays back
My I-tunes
I don’t play around with numbers
As nine, eight, seven
Fear ran along
The murderous number line
Revenge was 7 (seven) letters exact.

As My measuring cup
Was to full too
Rely on a detective ,
As human rights laughed away a pun
The digits playing with us now
As the digits kicked up cost of death to the human race.

Am still in a pickle
About the one
After one short year
I fell ill/short of perfection,
So I thank a sin
For as  culture needed a place
In the universe to settle
For the decade.

Waiter,
A-weight  the
Burden of the cups
Full of tips,
Yet mine tips
On the edge of the margin

To the likes
Of inspiration,
They too have lived
On the top of the
Edge balancing a-weight.

©Hansmind, 2015

At what point does one's status
Change from normal to elite?
Is it when a career is ended ?
Or is it after just one feat ?
When does a "Boy of Summer"
Reach that level...at the end ?
After playing at a high level,
Is that when he ascends?
Hitting streaks, get watched each year
But most just come and go
They try to reach game 56
Like Joe Diamggio!
Legendary status
was bestowed upon this man
Hitting  for 56 straight games
no one who's followed can.
Ted Williams was an all star
The "Splendid Splinter" with the bat
His records's stood since '41
And that my friends is that
A .406 average is baseballs holy grail
It's one that every batter
Tries to reach , But they all fail
These marks made these men legends
No more "Boys of Summer" here
They've moved on up in status
To one that no one will come near
But others, have no records
They played a solid, workman game
Do they deserve the recognition?
Will you even know their names?
Al Kaline with the Tigers
The World Series... never his
But in Detroit...he was baseball
A Legend you can't dismiss
Reggie Jackson...there's another
In October he was great
but for all the other times he played
He was just average at the plate
The list, you see, is endless
It's one you think of and discuss
Is he now of Legendary status
or  a "Boy of Summer", just like us?
Over time he may make Legend
Over time he may drop back
But, you can always ask the question
Each time you hear the bat go "crack"
So, If you are a fan of baseball
Just watch the game like me
You can watch these "boys of Summer"
And just wonder...what will be.

Keep it close, do not disclose,
That thought you had, don't let it be told.
Spiralling downwards, gaining momentum,
Familiar now, fermenting the unscented.
Just one step towards the darkest past,
Listen to what you once were told,
"Take two steps forward, one step back".
Letting fears unwind, twisting the truth,
A blanket of confidence unveiled,
Now that your no longer you.

I want it smooth
Poetry, rough and smooth
Therefore, play me the
rough melodies, not to
the sensual ear
You soft trumpeter,
keep on playing though
Just get new lungs
Change is good
So play the trombone
Play it hard,
I want it rough
When my heart beats faster
than the speed of light, and
my mind experience,
a forceful mental awakening,
a turnaround, new perspective.
Rough is soothing
Rough is healing
That rough melodica.

If independence is intended
for the masses is the Average Joe
as abnormal as the status quo?

© Matthew Harlovic

When we met I knew you were kind
there was a gentleness you exuded
we were drawn, one to the other,
and it was good, comfortable

friendly conversation, blue eyed smiles
turned up lip grins, chuckles ...
shared dinners delightfully enjoyed, savored
medium rare, tasty faire feast, fondue
and you ... you whom I have come to know

lighthearted glow, I wonder ... does mine show?
Yours does in your every glance my way;
being cuddled by you feels like
a warm blanket ... I don't want
to experience numbing cold again

unsure if either of us wants to take it
up a notch or two from deep care
to true lasting love ... I must admit
the thought frightens me a little...
maybe it holds some trepidation
for you as well, therefore, perhaps ...
we should leave things as they are.



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