05 June 2011

Who is knocking at the door!?

In the basement throwing the last load of laundry in the dryer, my Grandmother, standing beside me says "I hear somebody knocking...somebody's at the door." Now my grandmother is 87 and will tell you quick "now I know I ain't sa-nale (senile). After starting the dryer, I listen, smile and shake my head, as if to say nobody's at the door. To calm her worry, I run upstairs, walk through the kitchen, dining and past 2 front rooms to the front door where I found two things. (1) nobody at the door and (2) what was making the knocking sound. Across the street was a guy talking on the phone, sitting in a 1984 silver Chevy Cutlass. Now how he was managing a conversation was beyond me because the knocking sound my Gram heard, was the bass coming out of the speakers. 

When I told my Gram what the "knocking" was she said "see...I know I ain't crazy." 

02 June 2011

01 June 2011

A Cornered Soul

I wonder what inspired
homeless man on the corner
What he wanted to be

I'm sure as a kid
his dreams
could span centuries

Firefighter, Pilot or Police Officer,

We all got a story...wonder how his book would read

Bet he didn't envision
talkin' to himself on a corner,
Low in defeat
struggling to keep cold from his hands and feet

Maybe I should rob,
fuck it
I ain't got shit to eat

Then I notice him lookn' at me

At this moment struggling to stand on own two feet 

We alike
just in different boats,
rockin' different currents
and strokes

So I sent a prayer up for him
God got a plan for everybody
where hope is lost 

I hope you make it back on your feet
in the arms of love ones and retreat

And never again will circumstance
diffuse your fire
allowing confusion and defeat 
to transpire

My hope to him whose soul is cornered.