Category: Friendship


Words For Peter


Many moons ago

Some goodhearted forces agreed

To grant an unsolicited wish

The conjuring of you proceeded

Strength, kindness and love

A few elements of your soul

Humor, inspiration and wit

Issued from a thoughtful mind

Your life is joyous chaos

Thank everything  that you were born!

 


I have much to say on the topic of self-realization and how I take note of the ‘beautiful people’ in the world. Such topics could take a lifetime to type out. So I’ll try my best to summarize.

For the first 8 years of my life my self-image was wonderful. I lived in a neighborhood where almost everyone looked like me. Throw in some cute ponytails and frilly dresses and I was adorable.

Then we moved to Pasadena, California. Culture shock on steroids! I had never seen black people, Asians, Armenians, Jews, Russians and everyone else. They scared me. Especially the black kids. Keep in mind I wasn’t even ten when this happened.

In retrospect, the black kids probably scared me because their skin was the most pronounced. Once a black girl had lunch and a very honest conversation with me I was no longer scared.

Then she asked a question I was not ready for. What are you? What do you mean? I’m a girl. Then she said, are you white or something else? It took a few days to answer the question.

As time went on, I coveted the white girls’ beauty, wealth and good luck. Yes, I wanted to be white. White was ‘all right’. Mexican-American was wetback, beaner, fruit picker and brownie.

White people were perfect even when they were cruel. Then came the biracial kids: black and white, black and Asian and yes, black and Latino. They were all super gorgeous in my book.

Then one day I woke up. I had a teacher with blond hair and blue eyes. She was sweet and I loved her. During an open school meeting she introduced me to her husband.

He was well over 6 ft. tall and black as night. He shook my hand and said, how do you do young lady. I couldn’t stop staring. I went to my teacher and said I had no idea she was married to a black man.

She laughed and said that she was black. I said she didn’t look black. She then pointed out how I could tell. I was amazed. I apologized for my ignorance and she said that it was best for me to ask.

Mrs. L helped me so much in how I view the world. Today I can tell who the beautiful people are. They are the full-figured mothers who nurse their babies. They are the dark-skinned grandmas who hug every child. They are the smudged face, pot belly kids playing in the park.

True beauty falls upon all of us when we have silliness, tenderness, love and acceptance. There are so many skin tones and facial structures for a reason. God loves variety and we should too. All of my friends and family are perfectly beautiful. My two beautiful black girlfriends were in my bridal party. There is no celebrity that can hold a candle to them.


I witnessed a grove of pallid idiots

Mocking a dark Nubian dream

Possessing tearful honest eyes

If happy, one could gaze endlessly

Life-affirming glow upon her blessed skin

You know no beauty, to morons I screamed

Her look is authentically Godly and pure

Her hands are as well meaning as dawn

Nubian angel smiled friendship to me

We are dubbed perfect by each other

Cruel ones be cursed – askewed bad eyes 

 

 

Almost Cured


Narcissistic mouth-breather

Awaken the honest skeletal you

True admiration is barred from your senses 

Your audience is yet to be born

Jovial flesh movers mockingly laugh your way

Judge from shifting pedestal – come down, be real

Envious of rotund shape, speech and psyche

Foreigners easily beckon an undeserving you  

Cackling cruelly, you exit alone 

Thundering wholeheartedly, the flawed carry on

 

 

 

Reckoning


Your back and hands stiffen, ache

Stop digging your youthful grave

Tormented one, you’re not repulsively evil

Redemption is for tearless ones

Right the wrongs – not ever alone

With your fiercely loyal friend by your side

Kill your burden by voicing your part

Rejoice in the cleansing purge – reckoning  

Clutch the honor of merciful justice

Pass it on, flawed one, pass it on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good Friend


Partners in crime – minor and large

Thick as thieves – cliché but fervently true

Keepers of secrets – appallingly vile 

Trouble? No trouble at all

Of course, you can stay… as long as you need!

Feast upon all my food – dearest friend

Sleep on perfect comfort – better than outside

So glad I could help – I’m such a good friend

Few weeks (or years) crawl forward

Alleged friend – when is the end?

Haunting about and eating – no food at all!

Drug, pack possessions, ample trunk – the plan

Drive for hours to train station

$100 in glove and note on lapel

It’s been great having you – moving to Nepal


Walk down memory lane – it may help

Exquisite dining bathed in a low light sea

Manicured, sculpted thus polished features

Polite flirting laced with sincerity

Honesty rears its lackluster head

Yesterday’s foolish lover is today’s recovering friends


She left you at Christmas – this may work out well

Threw her gift back at you – you saved all year to buy

She tweeted her absolute disgust and alleged betrayal

With last season’s Jimmy Choo shoes – is she high?

She fiercely demanded to all your friends  – parents too

She won’t be attending any party you’re in

Thunderous joy echoed amongst your people/crowd

Happily, you made the holiday social rounds

Hot little elves ass-grabbing, twerking, body shots galore

Broadcasted on YouTube, Facebook, Instagram  

To assure your ex (frosty snow bitch) knows what time it is

Sure enough, she’s texting you and everyone else, rapid fire

I miss you, baby. Can I come back home? 🙂

Answer: No. I’m having a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


Grateful, thankful hearts

venture into amazing worlds

carefully hidden in stagnant ones

Grateful, thankful souls

feel no want when they are loved

Grateful, thankful drifters

gaunt and aimless amongst plenty

needing little more than meager

scraps and kindness to create a feast

Grateful, thankful writer

is humbled by God’s blessings

and is moved by all the love in world

Happy Thanksgiving


So many people love you

It’s about me! Not them!

Just rise and take a shower

I might slip and die alone

Be positive about tomorrow

I could lose the fight today

You’re bringing everyone down

Then lower me down into soil

Or maybe you can just ask me

What it’s like to live this way

This episode has no fast cure

Be glad that I’m still alive

I am not responsible for others

Happy or sad is not up to me

This is harder than anything

And housed in an unarmed brain

You, me and all the shrinks

All try for what? A happy cure?

Try walking in my damn shoes

Or we can try the best treatment

Cutting and a merciful Ativan end