something..

First way to go Angel with the no food during the day.. Now mind you we're still doing Fried Chicken Wednesday, HEY................ to test your resolve... Naw, I'm joking.

There are two poems I'm working on.. Again snippets. Let me know what you think.. The first, I'm working on something like The Idea of Ancestry... I've been seemingly successful with inheritance, yet I believe there is so much more.. That I can do it if I take my time.. So I will work at not rushing for a finished product. let the piece breathe...

Our family photos are like dust tracks.
They barely leave an impression.
And if you follow them,
they will leave you lost..
Confused.
We've never tried to explain them.
The words trail like
particles of ash blowing in the wind..
They have no roots,
yet they manage to find their way home
and return to the earth which provided them life.
Held their secrets.
Burying the them
and
their memories...
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust..
Our family has no tree .
It has never been anything more,
than a bush.
there are no branches...
and anything with promise is snipped..
our future shaped,
compact..
..... to be continued..

The second... Well, it's personal. I don't really want to go into it. The rationale and all, but please let me know what you think.. This one will be a gift, maybe, so I really need good feedback, not ohh it's good. hahahaha... lmao..


He.
Can't bear the weight
of the masses.
But he tries.
He.
Desperately tries.
And I love him for it.
He.
With giant strides,
and baby steps
head held high,
conceals secrets and pain.
Words held tightly
in the rise of his cheeks.
Yet he smiles.
Or at least he tries.
He tries to smile
attentively to everything
outside himself..
He a facade. A simple illusion.
His valor, fading.
His strength, weakening.
His heart, eurthymically
seeking it's beat.
The one he remembers
in dreams.
The beat that cries along side him..
Before it all..
Before smiles were heavy.
Words consuming.
Yet he speaks.
Or at least he tries.
He tries to speak over the screams
raging inside him.
....to be continued.....

Okay.. the last couple of days I've seen some (to take Angel's words right from her mouth) weirdo stuff.. It's been funny and humorous and sad... Like yesterday I went for a burger and a homeless man asked me for a dollar. I told him all I had was a twenty, then he started HARASSING ME... Like following me.. Talking about all I wanted to do was get a drink, why are you like that... Mind you, I'm not insensitive.. But I have to see God in you. Now I don't know what it means, but it's a feeling. And I will help you. It's not a judgment, just a feeling.. I mean I once while on an audit, I walked blocks in Galveston to buy a homeless person a meal.. So if he as thirsty, I think I would have bought him a drink... Then he became a bit abusive with me and my money.. So I turned to him and said, "harrassing people probably isn't the best way to get help." Hell for a minute I thought I was going to have to fight him.. Which reminds me of funky Mike who has a piece about fighting the homeless.. It's not what you think, he's referencing a waitress's poor choice in words, she said "would you like to fight the homeless." Now, he's cracking me up and he's not even here. Anyway check out the Funky Mike link to the side.. Funny, I know how to put a damn videod on my blog page, but I have no clue how to do the cute little link thing.. Weirdo... Okay. I digress..

Yesterday, I also saw a person riding a bike, speed around the corner, in the turn lane during rush hour like he was Lance Armstrong or some shyt.. I mean he almost wiped out, and if he had he would have been splattered all over Guadalupe and 45th. It was horrifically funny.. Heathers type shyt funny.. anyway I digress again..

Okay... I have a funny work story, but don't I have to think about it, because Karma is a mother.. so, maybe tomorrow..