Saturday, March 01, 2014

Poetry, Porno and Chess

Do all while listening to Bach, Maclemore and Jill Scott
Who could ask for anything more than poetic thought and porno
Oooo baby that’s so hot
A challenging chess game
accompanying a good soundtrack
No skin to skin, no one’s emotions to think about
A fantasy in place of human energy
Oooo ahhh uh - huh, that’s the way, uh - huh, I like it
Ponder my next move while analyzing
where my online opponent’s queen goes
Before calling checkmate
Not sure if it’s fate that each day awaits
I take the bait and make the same old moves

Listen to music asleep and awake,
Headphones like body parts,
rids me of my soul aches
Play chess hours on end till finally forget how many
games I’ve played, maybe a hundred and twenty
Listen to hip-hop, rock and roll, soul
Day after day sit on my ass –
Write a few lines of poetry, scroll through porno videos,
Play chess till it comes out my ass
I’m a bit morass, but dig it, I’ve got class

Twenty - four - seven, play this round till I fall out or die
Whichever comes first,
before my next prescribed pill high
It’s my life and I’ll live how I want to
Live how I want to
Do what I want to do
Write poetry, watch wacked out shockingly violent porno
Listen to the Stones and Les Misérables
Contemplate my next strategic move
Poetry, chess and Porno
Life is so – so good!


Friday, February 28, 2014

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow -





My latest practice.  And of course it stands to reason my best recording was the one lost - where I thought I pressed the record button and didn't.

My music teacher, Wren Harringon, lost her father on her recent emergency trip home, so a short trip turned longer and I am not afforded her expertise. Wren looked hard to find this Karaoke version for me to practice. I looked and found different styles and tempos but not this one. The light voiceover is meant to use as a prompt and with my ADD I do need prompts.

I want to record this singing along with it to correct the current issues. 



Tuesday, February 25, 2014

I'm going to be a grandma

Some people have already begun to call me grandma Violet.

I am very excited. Baby's to be born the end of April or perhaps beginning of May.

I bought the proud parents a stroller and this is the poem I put in the card.

Poem For Aliya & Joey



Dear Baby Boy

Baby’s almost here
Your child forever - to hold dear
His birth date close to our hearts
Family and friends celebrate
Watching us gather together in love
He awaits his fate to join our world
Son soon to bask in adoration
Leaving the wombs safe vibrations
After a long sleepy gestation
Finally meets his family of creation


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Deny Death

Who will care when you’re no longer here?
When you’re not around
Who will miss the sound of your voice?
Who will miss the words let loose from your lips?
Will anyone claim to miss my words
Will anyone say, “I didn’t care for her
But her words evoke feelings I didn’t realize were there.”
Will someone care you’re not there?
Who will miss your fair face, blue eyes, and thinning hair?

Who will care when you’re no longer here 
Who remaining behind will tear their hair,
Who will cut their hair to mourn my spirit
Hoping for square deals, praying life is more than bones,
Blood warms, veins running through life’s crosshairs
Submit, omit, in charge none subsist. Ageist cloud co-exists, gray doubt settles near

Who will care when you’re no longer here?
When you die who will care, desolate discontent, wander
Who will care your power exceeds mine

Santa Maria, High Priestess of Soul spoke, “Who will miss you when you’ve not here? …
When I die,” She boasted, “people will mourn my spiritual powers. Unlike you, I have many followers, you see?”
Unimpressed, hurt by words undo and rescue me since birth,
I ponder her claim to followers and my lack of them.
My words require breath of invigorating air recalls escaping words
Follow the words you can’t see, can’t hear song they daren’t breathe?
Dig it! What if they tax the air we breathe, claim it’s ok cause there’s a shortage of breathable air.
What will they think of next?

Do you really care if anyone here remembers your words become … prayers
Do you struggle with each word like a long lost lover you ache for final touch
Do you really care if people plough through, don’t remember nor feel you’re no longer here?
Unhealed by moonlight, like lost stars dissolved, exploded, imploded
Time passes, no one reads your words, remembers you were words …
They don’t recall Santa Maria either. Pretenses abound people worship an empty ideal
Who will remember?
Who will delight in memories revived by a sip of moonlight glow
Memories know, slowly fade … die
Attempts to forget fail, why’s be gone
Why we harbor death while we’re still alive