These literary works will not be begged
borrowed
or
shanghied son;
no
not beat up sifted whipped nor
spun –
It is my intellectual property
and
my physical property too,
so it shant be
quoted sampled or quipped
or
otherwise
plagiarized with.
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Reconciled
to write
as
I do
a
strange twist of fate
for
loving
you.
Embracing that
you
be elusive
yet
cling….
Like
a
butterfly
on
a
string.
You offer hope
as a candle
shining brightly
in a
darkened place.
Life
has not
been
kind
but
you’ve never been one to complain.
Always pushing forward
keeping
your priorities straight.
You….
whose
love
has risen
above the fray –
A truly quiet
and
gentle soul…
Lisa
is
her
name.
For Lisa
Copyright 12/25/2017 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
I Don’t Write For You / Me
I don’t write
because I can
or to have you
in the palm of hand
I don’t write
because I do,
I write because I have to.
Hunger turned inside out
causing me to quake,
scribbling like a junkie
prepping that next bake –
The high to write
grips my soul,
as I begin
to shake,
held fast by
a passion I
never want to escape;
no I cannot put it down
until I have rendered her
her due,
as I slowly whisper
to myself
I
don’t
write
for
you.
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About someone I can never forget.
Anchored by memories
buried
deep within my chest,
thoughts of her
her smile,
the
first day
that we met.
It was the summer of 1982.
She was twenty one, I was twenty two.
That face
that spirit
that body
that shine,
conversations shared
over
flower
and
wine.
These are only some of the memories that I keep;
When I think
of you.
Knowing
reflecting
understanding
still,
She was
the
one person
that
one
friend,
She was the one that….
(yeah that one.)
A love that never mends,
a loss,
a debt.
A check that was written
but never cashed,
A flower that bloomed but didn’t last.
These are some of the things I think about…
When I think of you….
End.
For Jackie
Copyright March 25, 2017 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
in Barbados
while
walking
on the beach,
I observed
foamy
blue
water
caressing
your
quiet
feet.
Our eyes
became
entangled
in more
than a casual way
We ended up talking —
walking
down
the
beach
that
day
But
I won’t even front,
even if
I
could
because
it
was
that
God
given
complexion
that
arrested
my
attention
on
that
warm
Bajan
day.
It was
your
countenance
over
conversation
carried
by
the
wind,
It was
your
natural
vibe
reviving
my soul
again
With your
alluding
to
the facts
as
you
understood them
then;
saying….
that I should rise up to confront
life…
And….
that things would turn out better
if I did.
From then to now
and
now
and
then
it
has
been
simply
unspoken
a bond
unbroken
holding us
together
as friends…
Now married to you….
forty years later,
we walk together
again…
Having met you
on
a
beach
in
Barbados.
End.
For Lisa my only friend
Copyright May 6th, 2017 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
Yeah I guess it’s over
I know it to be true,
hard to pull the trigger
on
me and you.
Thirty one years
has come and gone
it took us some time
to write this song,
fading is my heart away.
This feeling of dread
encircles my soul,
my heart beats silent,
quiet
alone.
Empty rooms,
our hair turned grey.
Where do all the memories go – to fade?
Yes time
like fire
rages
on;
consuming
us
in
its
midst.
For Lisa
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Chasing
things,
and calling
them
dreams.
BUT AS TIME DOES GO,
and
go
it will;
it is rare indeed
to
see fulfilled,
in those
who
in
these days
and
times;
who dare question
the
rhythm,
the
rhyme.
So live your life,
and
do what you do;
but
don’t
sacrifice
the ones that
mean
the most
to
you.
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Black Eagle Dream 