"Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable." -Bruce Lee

My Sisters Keeper

Holding true to my word

#7

Better late then never...



Thanks TxGal & 2KM





trucker ho


i suck

You blow

trucker ho

she wanted to
be called

daily

I show
minimal respect

after my kids
eject

F her

sore
to slow

trucker ho

slept all day

partied all nights

she was a bright star
to a dark light
of a man grunting

the one wearing the
one ring
wrought else where

richest in summer
poorest in winter

a one night stand

from January
To december

a member
of the TIMBeeeeeeeR! club

Falling out of a glove
she drugs
does massive amounts of drugs

sniffs
inhales
exhales hate

a one of a kind

on a Poker
date

Excellent!

So my friend wanted me to go see his new movie
So I did

I took my Mom
&
We had a ball

Other people had a ball as well
walking out of the same theatre 12

half of them balling

Balling over all the sad parts
that made it a movie so heartfelt
I could not start to describe
the need to cry

It was a story of love
life hope and courage

People trying to
help people

hurting one girl
to heal another

drama and trauma

the sound of noses being blown

here and there and everywhere
someone would brush their face
every so often

And
as I
watched my friend on screen
I felt honored to say
I know this guy
behind the scenes

He is ten years younger than I

with more wisdom than people I know
twice his age

I can remember him telling me
about two weeks ago, Jay, do
you know what you need-

Most of the times
when he see's me
down, he will start with
Jay, do you know what
you need-

And so I
unlike most my age
listen carefully
to a kid I feel
I should give advice
to based on age
travelled by experience
I am a realist

I swim with small
and big fish

When I am down
I hear it

I can talk to him

He can talk to me

We may not always agree
but we notice when the
other takes ones advice
to heart

it is in
our actions

seeds planted
springing up
toward a healthy
interaction

subtracting
the mercedez benz
of fake friends
known as physycologists

This is not an act

This is a friendship

No silver screen can
capture this unless
it was shot printed
and wrapped on the first
take

Watching my friend
from the near top
middle
row

I know
we balled and it felt
great

I hear ya
Homie!

My instinctive hand smacks my forehead
four or five times a day

I let it because what choice do i have

I am physically ailed with a;

I should have known the unknown

somehow
better

Dammit to be Me

I feel a hater out there
has a bald white doll
with my name on it

It looks like Pinhead
from Hellraiser

only the body is covered in larger nails
and not as many


or as many as should have been



I heard from an Inlaw

An Inlaw
sounds as personal
as saying, Hi Stepdad!


They reminded me;

I once chewed off a scab to see what it tasted like


it didnt taste


fascinated by this

I felt flavorless

That last line is Brilliant!

peoples perilous pitfalls
teach temper tantrums

these dim Eyes for example

Am him ridging
riding the edge

building a bombshelter
whilst living in a shed

the address is unknown
to those i chose to say it is

hiding alone
no sign of any other kids



Rupturing

I am

Faintly

I grin

Amazingly

Appreciative

of this life
and the opportunity
to live


although
When people take
and take

and take
take take you for a sucker

you must have a sign saying

i am that sucker

that mother

i mean father

who made me the son
of a computer hacking
software cracking
trucker



So i drive
me crazy

in circles



Rupturing
as I've been


Faintly
I grin


Amazingly


Appreciative
of all my father did
to make me



who I am

him ridging
riding the ledge

of profanity
cramming tiny bits of me
into a pie

knowing you only see the center
of the whole

and the layers go deep


I cut onions for a living
cry often deep

softening me to these

waterfalls of discouragement
for
as i can no longer see any clearer
I am afraid
to type


sparks and smoke firework out
from a tear that parachutes
between W E on his PC

him ridging

her on a yacht

sucking down her bottle of whatever
she is into nowadays


as him is I unsuffice
by this device
that beats life
toward
one life

sharing
common interests

I knife
and slice
and dice
these onions

sleeping sound
squeezing on
to my
empty bag of funyuns

Great Write

Race is Ummm


Yeah this thing still goes on
in the world today

you would think after all these
years people would finally
stop using "different" as an excuse
to hate

Not yet
I see

Not even skeptics can move people
like their flood could if it is
true

and if it does
wash us aflood
we may drown
in more than this
crud of an afterlife
of mud

a raindrop of hate is a raindrop
of hate

but when your in an empty field
how do you escape the pain
once it rains

You cant

You dance
You sing

You may
physically ignore
what they said
and not say
a thing

But this is how it works

and how the race of humanity
never planned to be disgraced

seperated
by race

that look of anger
on theirs and ours
we face

is ummmm

pretty lame

someone said
i hate your color

and someone else
agreed

because someone
looked nothing like
you two
so two formed a party
fueled on hate
and fed off greed



I scene this tree

it is white

and those trees
are browns

everyone is looking
at the white tree

and the brown trees

dont like it

they are jealous
because they don't
feel that love

its the sheeps tale
in reverse

they want to be different
feel different
look the same
hate on those that look the same
as well as those that look
different

is it;

racism?

FACISM?

Some outlandish vision?

I am not coherent
when it comes to
discrimination

I was taught well
of this

and yes, I am rebelious

enough, to know better

When i see someone is
mad

it makes no sense

the tears they hide

they cry to be loved

hug on to hate

accepted rejected
differences discriminate

eat food with our hands
from a dirty unwashed plate

life would be great
without debate

boring without this trait

an apple a day
hence our fate

i have learned
sad is by nature natural

in moderation

yet moderation

is governed by suffocation

and gravity
is you and me

and our emotions

defined by what
we agree with

dont say you will
teach me something
with the intent
to brainwash me

give me an option
and tell me
what you believe

dont look at me
like you are the brown
and i am the white tree

we reap from our seeds

the same pricks
make us
bleed

those same pricks

made us bleed

you and me
tree on tree

our nature to see

taught to be

a tat
to belief

See that clown over there
I am nothing like

He wears way too much
make up

I tone it down

You? Tone it down?
she said

Why wear make up at all
she said

was this not what I
should have used to
cover up regret?
I fret















by the made up
looks on our faces

I could tell
the truth was not comming out

any time
soon




for 12 years
they lied
a life


on the final day we looked eye
to eye for the first time ever


my hunch was
confirmed


her eyes
really were brown


pupils


dark as hell

cool visuals slow

deep write, well written

Nice Write

Great Write Vicki!

you always flow so smoothly.

To Victory!!





for victory

is hers to win

no frown to crown
her happy face
grin

with the heart
of a lover
and her wit
like no other

she will surely
conquer this
fire to smother

as

the flames
will die

the smoke
will rise

the happiness
will shine
from her
victories
eyes

She will greet
the end of battle

upon her horse
and steady saddle

with a feeling so
magical

she could no longer
be mad at all

amongst her pride
restored

a positive outlook
she will walk
off
of horse

for the victory of
course

won

seperates
the choice
between

freedom
and
force

and what
better way
to endorse
our life
cycles course

over-zealous
unashamed
over-relished
unforced

breathing
seizing
meeting
this source

where the
painfilled
scars
remind us
how to stay
on course

to victory
for victory
from victory

marching forth



(Just wrote this for you LaMom)

Great Write. I really like the last stanza.

So much passion!