A friend of mine, who spoke English as her second language-
Responded to a girl we knew obsessing over her boyfriend, Bobby.
She lost him at a party and was freaking out and kept calling him, worried he was with another woman.
My friend finally pulled her aside and said,
“There are many Bobbys.”
“The world is FILLED with Bobbys.”

10 years later and I’m realizing how true that is.
There are people you think you can’t live without, but you can. So easily.
There are so many people you can have chemistry and deep emotional connect with.
But you forget that, when you’re getting it consistently from one person.
You think you’ll never find it again.
But it reality, the world is filled with Bobbys.

every bodies friend with his rock n roll
entertained the people with his heart and soul
he just love to sing take your blues away
bringing happiness that was bobbys way.

now his home is heaven with the lord above
a very special person that gave us so much love.

My grandfather was there
We were sat down at the kitchen table
He was telling my about my hands
Said that I had writers hands
Artists hands
Painters hands
Hands like Anne 
My grandfather was drinking 
He was always drinking
Anne was pacing around 
Angry at him
Angry at him for being drunk
Again
Angry at him for being an alcoholic 

My brother and grandfather in my room
We listen to music
My brother asks my grandfather why he's not with Anne anymore 
I don't remember the reply
I remember him saying that he still loved Anne 

The door bell rings 
Its late 
I'm supposed to be asleep 
Grandfather at the door
Im watching from the stairs 
He's talking to my father
Says he needs money quick
Asks for three hundred 
My father gives it to him no questions 
My grandfather leaves 

It's Christmas 
Grandfather shows up to everyone's surprise 
He's there with no presents 
I was just glad he was there
He told me he had a necklace for me
He just had to pick it up from a friend 
I knew better though
He fell asleep on the couch 
Im glad he was there 

Its bobbys funeral
My grandfather is there
He's unhappy 
He's tired 
I don't remember much of him that day

Im at the swimming pool with my friends 
Waiting for my dad to pick us up
My grandfather is there
I haven't seen him in a while
He's so skinny
I know he's still using
He doesnt recognize me

Family dinner 
Dinner is served late
As always 
Grandfather is there 
He's showing my friend some dance steps he learned
Mentions his new lady friend 
He seems happy

My family moves half way across the country 
Leaving Edmonton behind
The next time I hear news about my grandfather its from my father
He saw my grandfather at my great grandmothers funeral 
He's still using and it shows
He's skinny
He's lost teeth
He's sick 

But I'll always remember the time in the kitchen 
I'll always remember when he told me I had writers hands
Artists hands
Painters hands
Like Anne

His  girlfiend states if she earns enough tips
she'd rather their cat go to ninja school,
than agree to repair the leaking flat roof.
She's such an advocate in feline power,
impervious to all that's in its way.
Yet again Janine is asking him
to see Umbrellas  of Cherbourg,
she more than anything like to
look like Catherine Deneuvre.
But Bobbys uncomfortable with his dream.
The movie ended sadly.
How can you end dreams mid flow?
Janines all helter skelter,
an ultimation sleighride
down the Aix de Bains
to test his masculinity ?

Writing Prompt: July 20th 2014

4 août 2014
  

Write starting with this line for Yeats: "Now all the truth is out.."

Now all the truth is out.. and he knows. I haven’t told him, but such truth cannot be concealed. It’s too real, like a baby discovering its ability to bleed and heal. It’s too real, secreting from my adrenal glads, quivering my hands, my heart punching against my truth. It’s too true, like it was planned, a surprise party for me where I return home and am unexpectedly greeted by love.

The truth is out, but it was never really hidden, I just didn’t find out until now. It was not a secret, and nothing was omitted, but I hadn’t known how committed I was until I felt I would die if I wasn’t. My love, surging, forceful, moving as the sea–moving me–we are in the age of Pisces indeed, and he is my divine intervention without the lies of religion. My prophet, my prince, is it too soon to say I love you? Is it too soon to say I want to?

The truth is out: there exists an abundance of Sams and Bobbys and Rachels and they are all the same, but the man I call Habibi is as unique as his name.

little bobby badger adventure bound was he
built himself a boat carved out from a tree
made himself a sail and a paddle too
headed out to sea beneath the sky so blue.

after quite sometime bobby saw some land
a tiny little island with lots and lots of sand
bobby he decided he would go ashore
and the little island bobby would explore

maybe find some treasure that was buried there
bobby started searching he searched ever where
then he saw a cross marked out on the sand
bobby started digging with his ***** in hand

suddenly he found a great big treaure chest
and to get it open bobby did his best
bobby pushed and pulled the chest it opened wide
there was gold and coins hidden there inside

bobby took the treasure took it to his boat
hoisted up his sail set his self afloat
headed back for home far across the sea
he was very happy now very rich was he

bought a great big boat to set a sail once more
to another place that bobby could explore

little bobby badger adventure bound was he
built himself a boat carved out from a tree
made himself a sail and a paddle too
headed out to sea beneath the sky so blue.

after quite sometime bobby saw some land
a tiny little island with lots and lots of sand
bobby he decided he would go ashore
and the little island bobby would explore

maybe find some treasure that was buried there
bobby started searching he searched ever where
then he saw a cross marked out on the sand
bobby started digging with his ***** in hand

suddenly he found a great big treaure chest
and to get it open bobby did his best
bobby pushed and pulled the chest it opened wide
there was gold and coins hidden there inside

bobby took the treasure took it to his boat
hoisted up his sail set his self afloat
headed back for home far across the sea
he was very happy now very rich was he

bought a great big boat to set a sail once more
to another place that bobby could explore

bobby played the banjo in a country band
he was the very best  always in demand
all the folks would gather as he began to play
clapping and a tapping as he played away

lots of fancy runs lots of fancy licks
with his picking too and his picking tricks
every body loved him they would shout for more
bobbys banjo playing they never seen before.

he was very different better than the rest
of all the banjo players he was the very best
made you wanna dance make you wanna sing
with his banjo music that only he could bring

with his fancy runs and his picking tricks
made you clap and sing to his country licks
all the folks would gather as he began to play
clapping and a tapping as he played away

bobby was a singer he loved rock n roll
he was born to sing with rocking in his soul
everybody loved him he was the peoples friend
happiness to everyone bobby he would send

people gathered round when he began to sing
rockin and a rollin that was bobbys thing
entertaining fans at each and every gig
they would dance a long to rocking bobby rigg

everybody new him he stood out from the crowd
singing to the people it made him feel so proud
every where he went his fans were always there
singing to the people each and everywhere

then the angels came took him up above
to there place in heaven to there place of love
bobby he still rocks though so far away
his fans still think about him every single day

now he rocks in heaven to the angels too
way up in the clouds in the skies so blue
singing all his songs at his angel gig
as the angels rock. to rocking bobby rigg

the peoples superstar that everybody knew
still rocking up in heaven like he used to do
bobby he will stay in everybodys soul
singing to the angels with his rock n roll

everybodys friend he will always stay
rocking up above so very far away
singing all his songs at his angel gig
we wont forget the name of rocking bobby rigg