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
