Gentle Wars

It’s a gentle war. Take off that cool and be aware of people who aren’t really there.

I see it with my eyes closed.

You wouldn’t acknowledge it if deep from within it screamed your name.

Take it all off.

Take it all off and tell me you’re sorry like a foreigner not speaking or attempting to take on the native tongue, failing to try at all.

Take it off.

Accept but don’t expect as you neglect disappointment.

Stay at Your Best

Stay at Your Best

 

You’ll never know how brave

you are until you’re broke.

That’s when your best

ideas come about. Your beautiful

mind finally acknowledges and believes

something of substance sits behind your eyes of brown.

 

Is the banana rotten because it’s brown?

It might be sweeter. Will you taste it? Are you brave?

Would you take the time to believe?

What became of your sweet tooth? Is it broke?

Have your friend taste it first. The beautiful

one that won’t give you any but remains your best

 

friend. She pushes you to best the best

you that you can be. Envy is never green it’s brown.

When you are down she’s always around. She’s beautiful

and encouraging. She pretends to be brave.

So rich in spirit that her soul is never broke.

She gives you someone in which to believe.

 

But without her what do you believe?

Do you remind yourself that you’re the best?

Or do you put yourself down saying “I’ma joke, I’m broke.”

Constantly putting yourself down in the dirt muddy and brown.

Rebuke these thoughts. Peep the clock it’s time to be brave.

The salvation that accompanies confidence is beautiful.

 

Beauty on the inside leaks beautiful

throughout. It’s worth it for you to believe.

Then you’re left with no choice but to be brave,

and now you’re at your best!

You might not have it all. But McDonald’s hash browns

are a tasty bang for your buck when you’re broke.

 

The creativity that comes with being broke,

is worth more than gold and beautiful

Hawaiian sunsets. “Get up! Get on up!” as James Brown

exclaimed and chant “In me I believe!

Great things I can achieve if I’m the best

me I can be! Now is my time to be brave!”

 

Don’t let brown get you down believe!

Broke not broken still has beautiful potential

because at your best you are brave.

America in the Morning

America in the Morning

-Why didn’t you go?

-I was afraid I’d get lost.

-Why?

-Cuz I haven’t been before. Nobody wants to be lost.

-But why? Eventually you will find, well who knows what you’ll find or what will find you! Getting lost might be worth the risk. You found Waldo right?

-Yea.

-That’s what I’m saying! Once you knew where he was you conquered the page and began another one! There is nothing wrong with getting lost just don’t lose you.

 

Wanda "I'm Ret to go"
Wanda “I’m Ret to go”

So long London. You’ve been Lovely.

 

I wish I could wander the world aimlessly. I’ve loved my time in London and surrounding european countries. Of course, it hasn’t been all chocolate puddings and dessert waffles. I have at times been cold, hungry, and or alone.

 

But the time has come to keep it moving. I completely understand why pilgrims left here seeking out something better all those years ago. I also understand why the English left their own land in search of superior settings. Colonization was inspired by the British overcast temperament and relentless rains. After being introduced to the climate of the Caribbean as an Englishmen I would never return home either (some of the other actions remain unjustifiable but I digress). I’m not saying it’s right but … I understand. I get it now. It all make sense.

 

I’m ready to come back to a land where colour is color and favourites are favorites. I’ve reached my goal. I conquered the unfamiliar. Knowing what I know now allows me to appreciate the home of the brave in a way I never have before.

 

So five bags laters, with the satisfaction that I’ve completed a task that many believed to be impossible, I’m heading to America in the morning 🙂

 

 

NFL … Not For Long

A sonnet for my overqualified Ivy League Uncle.

NFL … Not For Long

Rooney made a rule. It’s tired and broke.

Vacant offices, packed benches and stands.

This issue unknown to average fans.

Seven black coaches fired. None were hired.

Six GM interviews, none transpired.

Strong enough to run the ball, missing in

front office halls, stuck and drugged up to play,

with few opportunities after game day.

1961 to desegregate

the Redskins took action from JFK

12% of the population is

80% percent of the game. No doubt

Fritz and Bobby now proud and enraged.

The rule is serving no purpose today.