Love,
I admired your flawless features
Your cool nature, not of myself.
Greed,
I wished every ounce of you
Was every 28.35 grams of me.
Remorse,
Drenched in the sweat of my doings
I face not only the tomorrows
But every last one of the todays.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
calming
me and my soap box out in the square
give me my chance and i will stand there
say nothing
the world has no need for more vibrations
vibrating out and out
i want peace only silence can give me
give me my chance and i will stand there
say nothing
the world has no need for more vibrations
vibrating out and out
i want peace only silence can give me
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Let Go
Did the devil come up and
burn your hands?
Is that why they
are so mangled?
The skin grafts, do they
hold the scars from
He Said He Was Your Lover?
burn your hands?
Is that why they
are so mangled?
The skin grafts, do they
hold the scars from
He Said He Was Your Lover?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Social Worker
I do not wake up
to fufill my life
It has been a long while
Since I dreamt in dreams
I no longer drink to fantasies,
Merrily
I respond to my alarm
beep, beep, beep
beeP, beEP bEEP, BEEP, BEEP,BEEP!
Rubbing crust out of my eyes
So that yours might hope
to see another day.
to fufill my life
It has been a long while
Since I dreamt in dreams
I no longer drink to fantasies,
Merrily
I respond to my alarm
beep, beep, beep
beeP, beEP bEEP, BEEP, BEEP,BEEP!
Rubbing crust out of my eyes
So that yours might hope
to see another day.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Ms. Nancy Volpe, this Woman, she is my Hero
Cigarettes are burned into my memory. I only know the scent of one brand, but I love the smell of its smoke. The dry air can surround me all it wants, I'll only think of her.
How do I explain her? Would you understand me if I told you she was the one who fostered in me a love for sweat? Would you love her as I do becasue she taught me never, even through blood and blisters, to give up on a perfect releve en pointe? No, you wouldn't understand that, it's a dance thing, but maybe you'd love her too if you knew her as I do.
She taught ballet. One repremand or correction after another, our class grew as dancers. I was never to follow in her foot steps. I was headed toward Ailey to study modern and choreography. The rest were looking to be ballerinas. I couldn't connect that way. However, there was this one story, it hooked me to her class, and eventaully kept her in my heart. That particular story, well, it was about the devil. How she met him, face to face one day in a soda shop down South...
The bus had stopped for lunch and all the dancers got off. Still dressed in their warm ups, black tights and leos, they went into the store. A bell rang softly overhead, announcing a very unwelcome arrival. From behind the counter a woman's shrill scream echoed: MY LORD, GET THESE SINNERS OUT OF MY STORE! GET THEIR BLACK LEGS AND THEIR LILY FACES AWAY FROM HERE! IF I EVER DREAMED OF THIS, MY GOD YOU COULD'VE TAKEN ME AWAY LAST TUESDAY! GET THE HEAVENS OUT OF HERE, AND NEVER EVER COME BACK! THERE'LL BE LYNCHINGS IF YUH DON'T SKIDADDLE! Faster than they'd ever bourreed they ran from there. If they weren't too worried about the events that just played out maybe someone would have realized the bell forgot to sound. That brass bell took years to get replaced, but finally hope started ringing. It was a distant sound at first, but it made it's way across the land. The sound of the bell, I heard it once. Ms. Volpe whispered it into my soul. I understand nothing can make us all great dancers. Not everyone has talent. But we are all born with a chance to do something great. Maybe I can be somebody's hero one day.
How do I explain her? Would you understand me if I told you she was the one who fostered in me a love for sweat? Would you love her as I do becasue she taught me never, even through blood and blisters, to give up on a perfect releve en pointe? No, you wouldn't understand that, it's a dance thing, but maybe you'd love her too if you knew her as I do.
She taught ballet. One repremand or correction after another, our class grew as dancers. I was never to follow in her foot steps. I was headed toward Ailey to study modern and choreography. The rest were looking to be ballerinas. I couldn't connect that way. However, there was this one story, it hooked me to her class, and eventaully kept her in my heart. That particular story, well, it was about the devil. How she met him, face to face one day in a soda shop down South...
The bus had stopped for lunch and all the dancers got off. Still dressed in their warm ups, black tights and leos, they went into the store. A bell rang softly overhead, announcing a very unwelcome arrival. From behind the counter a woman's shrill scream echoed: MY LORD, GET THESE SINNERS OUT OF MY STORE! GET THEIR BLACK LEGS AND THEIR LILY FACES AWAY FROM HERE! IF I EVER DREAMED OF THIS, MY GOD YOU COULD'VE TAKEN ME AWAY LAST TUESDAY! GET THE HEAVENS OUT OF HERE, AND NEVER EVER COME BACK! THERE'LL BE LYNCHINGS IF YUH DON'T SKIDADDLE! Faster than they'd ever bourreed they ran from there. If they weren't too worried about the events that just played out maybe someone would have realized the bell forgot to sound. That brass bell took years to get replaced, but finally hope started ringing. It was a distant sound at first, but it made it's way across the land. The sound of the bell, I heard it once. Ms. Volpe whispered it into my soul. I understand nothing can make us all great dancers. Not everyone has talent. But we are all born with a chance to do something great. Maybe I can be somebody's hero one day.
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