The Spirits

 

Grandmother's voice

leaves a sound in the empty house

years after her death

her wisdom lives on

the deserted house

is my refuge

a safe harbor from the world

walking around

looking at the home

she created

and what it is now

a place for spirits

to come and rest

their tired souls

tired from walking

"Son, grab a chair

and sit at this table, boy

I got some stories to tell"

drinking green tea, inhaling deeply

and remembering, reminiscing

"... this world is a different place now,

you've got to move ahead,

you've got to move faster than

the rest"

silence is golden

in front of the fireplace

saying nothing, but again

words don't speak

whispering soft words of comfort

but don't let anger be brought in here

for hell will break loose

for they are spirits,

and spirits don't play

Weeping Willow

don't got nothing on

Mary Ann;

the tragic mulatto story

who had dreams

but no guidance,

but now here to guide those

who seek the advice

of the spirits

hearing my grandfather's troubled spirit

creak through the house

wondering where the family went

"did not they loved us in life,

why depart us in death"

but still pleased by the thought

that a blood son still returns

often

to seek advice

the spirits

have stories

have secrets

have wisdom

to tell

about baby Jo,

who died 4 days old

an embarrassment

to Aunt JoAnn

who killed herself in

anguish

her room is still haunted

the spirits are my second

family

my relief place

get away from the world

a refresher

a breather

'"come, sit,

have a drink"

the spirits...

 

are waiting.

 

today is a weird day for me, but one thing was clear: friends are phony as fuck and you should watch your back when you are dealing with them, because they say a lot of shit about you to your back and to your face act all lovey dovey and shit.

not that this happened to me, but it happened to someone that i love very much

i still haven't told nilly nile how i felt about her, i've been called almost every name in the book and still i won't tell her

my feet are hurting from playing basketball and ballroom dancing

i went to every class today, but i fell asleep in biology and i didn't dress up in gym

but i hope you like my poem, it's an old one i wrote about 4 months ago.

 

happy reading, spread the word

 

justin

aka

DiStAnT vOyAgEr

 
   

 


 
 

 
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