Sunday Morning Blues in a Hat


She changed everything

About her self

For a man that was

Beneath her

 

Eclectic this

Once Bohemian that

Who could believe her newfound bliss

(Underneath) And her Sunday morning hat

 

What a life she has made

That is not her own

Now always seeking shade

Away from the heart and soul she grown

 

But Sunday morning

Only comes once a week

Six other days worth of scorning

From a carefully twisted tongue that won’t let her speak

 

Look at her Sunday morning blues

 

If she wanted to cabaret

All day, twirl and play

Finding the will to say

Is too much, so she chooses to pray for a better day and stay

 

She wears her Sunday morning hat

So the sky doesn’t see her look up

Unable to clean her feet on her own welcome mat

Horoscope reads like an upside down fortune cup

 

Everyday, she says hello to her Sunday morning blues

Looking for clues

Hiding from the Who Whos

Before they recognize a new bruise

 

Such a pretty Sunday morning blue hat

The Ferryman and the Eagle


What paleness precedes

The Ferryman and the Eagle

Arriving with legal tender’s watchful eye

Even crumbled

it watches and often burns like it yearns

As if cultivating a harvest

it stretches beyond boundaries

Where tablecloths once flourished

picnics are back in session at home

Gone are the tele-commuted conference calls

Say welcome to the bedroom attire that

accompanies you to the local grocer

Every pence spent

reaches with anticipation of the next deposit

Maybe the stomach can be fooled

Maybe the mind will give the Ferryman a gift

this Christmas

A time for giving

But Ferryman takes something away

after every delivery

Confidence dwindles when asked who your provider is

No matter how you answer

the Ferryman giggles a bit heartier

Soon, the Eagle will feel the need to stop by

unexpectedly

chirping every day, every minute, every hour

placing demands, making demands

expecting interest

as like peer pressure

The rut of unscheduled visits

Confusion becomes delusion

Until the Ferryman

lets you invite him in

 makes himself at home

Uncloaks himself

and settles in and watches with you

a reality TV show

 

When You Play With Fire


Mama’s told me

So many times

To look people

In the eye when talk to them

 

If you keep your head down

It puts you closer to the ground

The fire in your heart

 goes dim

 

Mama also did say

If it ain’t nice

Take her advice

Say what you mean

another way

 

It’s like she sat

On an empire

And you’ll remember that

When you play with fire

 

Oh, Mama said some things

I just couldn’t concede

Now it’s like Mama sings

Every time I don’t take heed

 

Mama said

Be careful with all that bliss

Make sure your bed is made

before planting a kiss

 

Too much of a good thing

 is like a sin

That’s one thing I do admire

Went out and bought a ring

I just didn’t want to listen

That’s what I get for playing with fire

 

Now that anytime I get butterflies

because something doesn’t seem right

I think of Mama’s cries

So I can see the light

 

I may not have been a good child

I may have run so wild

Trouble made me retire

I’m so tired of playing with fire

 

 

To Emulate Her Mother


 

What womanly sister chooses

to live her life in the shadow of one

 woman who loathes herself

Knowing full well that woman’s first

 suffered a lie

only death could bow to

What fool is she

 who believes life

  will treat her differently

May pity come upon her soul

 and cover her offspring

Let the shadows play fair

as they stay in the air

Hope should despair

but beware those who occupy her lair

Who is the greater fool?

What force takes her to school?

The 3 Most Important People in the World


“People.  People who need People.  Are the luckiest People in the World.”  These are words sang by the incomparable Barbra Streisand in the 1964 song, “People.”  I’ve always been fan of Streisand’s , not so much for her songs, but for her voice.  When you hear that powerful voice, you know it’s Barbra.  To see her is a different story, simply because not everybody’s voice matches their face; and not everybody’s talking voice lets off that they are one of the greatest singers on the planet.  Anyway, let’s get back to that song, “People.”  As I got older, I started to pay attention to song lyrics a lot more.  I mean, there were times when I would be out in the club or at a house party or even in the park where everybody was jamming only to realize that we all must really like that thumping beat or we all were just idiots and couldn’t hear the absurdity in the ‘music’ the host was playing.  The lyrics were complete gibberish.  Then again, that was the company I chose to keep.  Now, I’m not saying that I’m any better than anybody else.  It’s just that I, like many others, will do what we can in order to be able to keep company with some-body else:  People.

 

Over my many years on earth, I have come to terms with the types of people there are that affect us.

  1.  The Person You Have To Know – This is the type of person that is spoken of by everyone.  Whether it’s in a positive light or a negative light, this human being becomes a near bane of your existence.  You can almost say that this male or female is the “Go-To-Person” for everything.   Just being seen in this person’s presence automatically increases your credibility level with anyone doesn’t have the balls to make an effort to show the world you are alive too.  Even the tiniest form of verbal communication like a compliment of one’s dress style not only pumps that person’s ego, but does wonders for yours as well.  After office hour events with this person is recommended.
  2. The Person You Should Know But Can’t Have Anything To Do With – Every office has this type of person.  The Know-it-All that’s bad for everybody’s image.  You must make it a point to make yourself known to this person simply because they have a tendency to make anything (good or bad) fester.  If there is no opportunity for you to ever meet, situations and tensions are less easily handled and makes you more insecure about your role in office affairs.  Even if you had nothing to do with the ordeal, this person’s back always turned to you could turn into an ulceric-affair.
  3. The Person You Should Have Absolutely Nothing To Do With – Poison.  Aside from knowing who this individual is, you should avoid him or her like the plague.  It’s sad to say, there are those who radiate doom and gloom or even just plain bad luck.  To acknowledge this person’s presence with a “Hello,” “Good Morning,” “Have a Nice Day,” is more than enough; You’re not totally shunning this person but you are not making any waves to become bosom buddies either.  And it’s probably to your advantage to “keep it real” and keep moving.

 

I am no psychologist.  I am only giving my perspective on the types of people I have grown to witness throughout my living days.  It’s been through trial and error that led me to come up with these three types of personalities.  Aside from the typical introvert (human characteristics or behaviors that keeps one from sharing his or her qualities with others) and the extrovert (exuding characteristics and or behaviors in a manner to social acceptance or relevance), there are those who are comfortable at simply adapting to whatever environment or conditional forces subjected to.  For the person who must be a part of any one of these two classes of people, maybe we can all wish them well.  Unless, of course, you yourself find the need to jump on that – therapeutic  bandwagon.  “…People who need people.  Are the luckiest People in the World.”  Really?  Does everybody agree with that?  To need – is to yearn, more than desire.  The lyrics sound good.  They may even have seemed socially relevant at the time Barbra sang them.  But…  I guess the late Marvin Hamlisch couldn’t transpose “need” with “want.”  It definitely would have thrown off the effect and flow of the masterpiece.  Either way, music touches us in ways some conversations do.  Some of us only pretend to be listening to what the other person is saying.  Then again, some of us find it easier to just walk away……….. and not look back.

 

I still enjoy a good Barbra Streisand melody every now and then.  She’s got fame, fortune.  What’s best is, she’s got World adoration, true fans that will follow her wherever she may go (some not so economy-permitting).  She, on the other hand, doesn’t let them dictate her life.   What a personality!  For 99.9% of the World, she will never fit into any one of our categories of People.