After grandma died, all the lies started to surface
Everyone all of a sudden got a purpose and a conscience
This one owes that one and so on
Now that she is gone everyone claims to have fond memories
And treasures beyond the imagination
But when she was here no one had time or the frame of mind
To go and visit her or even call except on holidays
Which most of them claim they don’t celebrate for one reason or another

Now they are reminiscing and missing Uncle Bob
They want to rob those ones who have his writings and poems
It wasn’t so important when he was alive and paralyzed
It was a chore

Now everyone is a writer like he was because he was published
This angers me because it took two deaths for them to cherish
The works that he and my grandmother had done
But not as a respect when they reflect on them
But as a nod to themselves because in their eyes
They are just like Uncle Bob
They wish it were true

You see from my view where I sit, they are all full of ****
Writing poems was very important to my uncle Bob
That’s all he had since that bus hit him that day
His legs went away from use but not his mind
And ability to rhyme is he wanted to
HE WAS A POET and I know it

Instead of assigning blame they should all be ashamed
It was an honor for them to call him brother
He wasn’t a molester or investor of their ********

Now Uncle Bob wasn’t a saint by any means
He did his dirt in the streets
When he got paralyzed he just continued his dirt from the sheets
And wrote about

His mind was still that of a genius
But of course they thought it all meaningless until he and grandma died

So I guess what I’m saying is
While we live just forgive and give a damn
Don’t try and take claim for something you wasn’t interested in
Or couldn’t begin to understand or respect

Just some food for thought like my uncle Bob taught.

I’m just sayin!!!


Ksw ©2010

HERE I LAY ALL STUFFED UP WITH NO PLACE TO GO
STUFFED SO FULL OF ENERGY YET NO PLACE TO LET IT GROW
I PLANTED THE SEED A WHILE AGO
BUT IT DOESN'T KNOW THAT IT IS SUPPOSE TO GROW
GROW INTO A WONDEROUS BEING
STRETCHING HIGH INTO THE HEAVENS
REACHING UNIMAGINABLE HEIGHTS
SURPASSING ALL IN ITS FLIGHT TO JUST GO
AS IT SOARS HIGHER AND HIGHER NEVER TO TIRE OR RETIRE
IT CAPTURES THE SUN'S RAYS LIKE A SUNBURST OF BEAUTIFUL COLORS
ALL THE REDS, GREENS, YELLOWS AND PINKS BLEND SO EFFORTLESSLY
WOULDN'T IT BE JUST GRAND IF THE WORLD WASN'T SO BLAND
CLOSED MINDED AND SHUT OFF FROM NEW IDEAS, NEW BEGININGS
OPEN TO NEW IDEAS AND SUPPORTIVE OF ONE ANOTHER
JUST LIKE THE SKY SUPPORTED THIS RAINBOW
YES WOULDN'T IT BE GRAND IF THE WORLD WOULD JUST UNDERSTAND
NOT TO JUDGE, RIDICULE, OR CRITICIZE THE DIFFERENCES THAT MAKE US
UNITED MORE THAN WE KNOW
YES JUST LET MY SEED GROW IN THE MINDS OF THE CLOSED MINDED
IN A "PERFECT" WORLD, MY WORLD THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING :O)

PEACE AND LOVE YALL
-SOULSTRESS

When we met I had no expectations
But when I heard you speak, that peaked my sensations and
Put me on a path of new direction
You see to me every man was the same and all had some sort of shame
About what they had done in their past
You didn't come at me that way, you didn't play and your intellect
Was more than I expected
So I pondered the thought that maybe this was too good to be true
So as usual quickly I was through with you that very night
But something about you just felt right
Now,I don't just write about anything to anyone
That night it was like a renewed woman hood in my body
Yes there was an attraction but it was not acted upon
You are an intriguing person with a wealth of intellect
And I respect that
You are very talented and I like that
The rest remains to be seen
An adventure I think this will be and a friendship definately
LIKE THE TITLE OF THIS POEM SAYS.....ENUFF SAID

PEACE AND LOVE
-SOULSTRESS

Much thanks

The day as it was
The same as the day that is
Smelling the sweet smell of the flowers
The trees blowing in the warm wind
The grass seems softer on the feet like carpet
The kind of carpet that was so safe, comforting at grandma’s house
Yes, those were the days as they were

Now the days seem shorter and more rushed than before
Never have I had such a heightened sense of vulnerability
It’s almost as if the air is somehow thicker than before
Like a wet woolen blanket left out on the back porch
Like cotton when it’s just been picked
Yes, these are the days as they are

All around me is madness
Not like insanity but like an anger or hunger
Anger like it would be in hell, burning forever never ending
Hunger as if you were starving with no end in sight
But the anger and hunger seem to entice and spark creativity
It taps into unknown abilities and capabilities
Yes, these are the days as they are now

PEACE AND LOVE YALL
-SOULSTRESS