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We’ll Always Be Brothers

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Am I not the keeper of my brother?
I learned to read from obituaries
I understand that I need not worry but for so many others… I’m concerned..
Soaking in the flames lost in a darkness we steal from ourselves here and then
Tears frozen in this cold world from the chains of hypocrisy again.
who said a king at heart could never show pain
From the depths of his soul
I feel a slight quiver from hearts of the same
A world of villains thrive while the heroes are gone… who can you blame?
although my divine attributes do sometimes tend to fail
the life I know saw passed these atrocities
while others minds still seem to be staled.
Not that I’m complaining or grown frail
there is just so much you could not guess
and if I’m not a keeper of my brother
the ideas of servitude have all gone a mess.
From dog tags lost to those fallen by the hands of another…
We’ve clearly lost focus with no attempts to get it better.
Through the storm we are still brothers.
Birthed by different but of the same Mother…Earth.
When did we stop being brothers?
I thought I could count on you and from me you can feel the same.
Instead we’re playing games…lost hugs and misdirected our love.
For what?

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It All Happened On the Beaches of Hot Sands

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Seductively driven,
I waited patiently those moments of time preciously given
the sea played notes & scales…. ending only at g
pig latin in between satin sheets we translated… just you and me
Maybe the sign language and braille led me to your spot
What more could have been shared…there were no words
Minus a few consonants, no other nouns or verbs
Notice we’ve gotten warmer
it’s more than a breeze as our souls render it much too hot
The physical in tact
dopamine unshackled whispering this could never be over
your eyes never lie there’s nothing left to hold back
conducive to my heart making this love seem sober…

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A Stern Splice

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Loose lips have often sunk ships

from the shores of my observatory

While some wait frantic manifesting their own frustration & worry

Well whats to come of small boats

Solitude and faith have always seemed to keep them afloat

Bearing away from the apparent while steering closer to greatness

Furled away with the rest of those burdens taking note

A captain of my own..what have these galleys steamed today

For fate is only a figment of a Catamaran that’s been cast away.

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The Infamous Locomotive: The Little Engine that Could…grown Up

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Stand clear as I move past

 tumbling down a long cross-tied stroll

 The perception of my existence does meet the iniquities of time

While I find that those who stood before me

only succumbed to the news of this train’s glory

 Unlike many a stories

Maybe it’s the burdens to blame

For all the stamina, all the momentum

All of the sunshine, all of the rain

Squeezing all of my sunshine from the Earth

Evaporating dry skies into the rain.

The steam preps the Conductor’s vibe again

 Rolling parallel to dirt roads, and trails, business districts

Grocers, farmland, until these cross ties have become old and stale.

 Lost souls turned into bones hanging from live oaks where we stood

 To desert heat, valleys & Smoky Mountain peaks

 Please don’t let me be accused as another

 that has let the brakes of fear release me

 from straying others off the tracks of life

 Many often struggle only because they know Not the facts of strife.

 Heading behind the demise of so many

 ignored of my patience they failed to see

that my ideals seemed to be just as good as any.

 Making it over the hill, ’round those mountainous curves,

I push through any and all that I can

the bloodshed and callous has revered the better halves of stress

I cry in the face of karma yet smile at the faces of death

 Always knew the difference between fate and destiny

 Always do my best, but never let obstacles get the best of me

 The Infamous Locomotive, feel the gust as I set out

 Further down a path I did not expect

 knowing it’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.

But of all the things…at least now I KNOW that I could…and for that

I have no regrets.

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Lost & Found: Father’s Day Returned

So many say the words to receive no answer.
A hurtful thought that can eat away at your very soul like a cancer.
That’s why I always promised myself if I ever got the chance to
Fulfill that role I would do it well.
I look my father in his eyes and say thank you
even though I may have gave him pure hell.
He stood there, through the fire storms, from the day that I was born,
and here he stands today

Yes, I may be the cause behind a few of those gray hairs
I thank him because he didn’t have to stay.

Times have truly changed, the role of women being so independent
sometimes the role of a father has to be defended.

No one is perfect but some do use that as an excuse for that same  song.
Planting a seed into the cavities of fertility, the true  fruit of life.
No one said you have to make her your wife, but be a father.
A true father, so much more than just a dad,
I look at society today and must confess that it is sad.
My daughter will always know her father
I tell the women out there who act as mother and father…stay strong
Times are hard but not as hard as they have been.
Valued who you are, and on behalf of them I’m sorry.
I’m sorry they he doesn’t get it.
I’m sorry that he “got it” then refused to accept his position,
And I’m wishing….. he valued your worth.
I wish he appreciated that birth that was given to him.
To be more than just a donor,
I wish he could accept being the owner…of a blessing.
A lesson of love and life
The number of men that don’t understand…too funny
Its more than just the money, It’s the value of time spent
It’s the feeling of reminiscing on the places you’ve went.
It’s the comfort of having someone there for you…. as an angel sent.
To those that do… I SALUTE YOU!

My personal Honda CBR 954 RR...father's day gift to myself a few years back. Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset. No editing, no lie. hint...garage lighting :)

My personal Honda CBR 954 RR…father’s day gift to myself a few years back. Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset. No editing, no lie.  Mods and customizations done by me, and my bro.

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‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off too soon.’

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We piled inside the small compact car smelling like Vodka, sweat, and good times.

Someone yelled ‘Let’s take Marta.’ After all, it’s smarter. Well, it’s just we all had been drinking.  Summer was approaching and there was a sudden silence in the air, you knew what everyone was thinking.

Ralph was such a good guy is what we all seemed to pray.  He was one exit from home on that fateful day.

With a driven purpose in mind we walked towards the next arriving Blue Line.  It’d be ten minutes or so before the next rail was set to arrive.  Under the influence it seemed like forever.  In the meantime, we’d admire a smoke and a share a few thoughts of laughter.  Philips Arena, Five Points… Georgia State soon after.  We waited along with a few others in the morning dim.  There were no panhandlers in sight, it must have been too early for them.  That’s what Greg joked but I saw truth in that.  I was almost at a dose when I felt a sprinkle of inspiration in fact.  Awakening was the rail’s brakes and images of flying sparks.  The old woman sitting by the young lady I met tonight both got off at Inman Park.  Those other guys I believe were migrating West.  I thought to myself, ‘Marta is Smarter’, even they know what’s best.  The conductor insisted Edgewood/Candler would be coming up next.  I looked around and there weren’t a familiar face left other than one guy from  yesterday’s game.   By the time we reached Decatur I had forgotten his name.  On similar paths we travel some of our minds lose tract. Then I saw my reflection realizing I am a man of my own and fully understand maps.  Have been for awhile now and soloist decisions have become the norm.  Through many roads I’ve traveled while weathering the storm.   Further I’ve gone, but nowhere near home.  Then I see through their eyes.  Faces show smiles and in hearts true gloom.  Or perhaps, maybe I’ve gone too far as a train passes flashing, ‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off to soon.’