haiti poem

We see our faces splashed with ashes

As if this were ritual… wait for it

Tormented by tortured tendons turn from it

Tell me – have you ever seen such horror

I’m haunted not by ghosts or incarnations but

By images of infants sitting in front of mothers

Staring at starry skies with lifeless eyes

He just wants her to move… it

Possesses me – psychosomatic or not

I can’t stop this sweat from streaming from my sinus

Grown men don’t cry no….

We battle back tears swallow lumps in our throats

Voices cracked into asymmetric sentences

Seeing teens scrabble through flatbeds

Batting back maggots disguising their parents

And the air is thick in error as

Military loads M-16s instead of medical kits

My melon splits when doctor’s assistance prevented

By hand of THIS government silhouetted by

My inability to do shit but sit

Texting yele and red cross ain’t enough

What do you tell the mother

Whose son’s still trapped under rubble

Yeah – I gave 10 dollars to help you

Help who?

Specifically precisely exactly in what way

Do I say be patient to the dialysis patient?

Tell him the marines are coming

They’ll be here any day down just pray now

He don’t talk back no more what do I say now

What do I mutter to bodies in mass graves laid down

Give Emergency Relief to Haiti Aid..Now?

Wait…now….wait….now….

Im Bloggin FOOL!!

Okay. Blogging is the shit. Just had to get that off my chest. If you read this blog you will hear: (in no particular order) random shit, curse words, deep thoughts, things I find peculiar and any thing else I feel like rambling about but wouldn't dare post on Happily Natural Day .com Welcome to me world

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Today was crazy. I officially feel like I am getting old. My back HURTS!! I had both my sons on my back this weekend and I think I strained something. Carrying a 6 year old and a 5 year old on your back is not recommended. I love my boys. Not particularly fond of their mother, though I am thankful that she bore them. The story of how I am spending weekends with them is another post but rest assured I did not ask nor want for this to be or stay this way. The problem I have is how to tell my sons that for the time being they cannot spend extended periods of time over at my house. Every time I say it I see their brows descend in dissapointment. I hate telling them not because it is not like they asking for a supersoaker or xbox 360. They asking to spend the night at my house for a long time (their wordage). Well asaun and zion, soon come. soon come.

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Kinyasa is getting really big. 3 months old and he has a keen alertness. He is responding to his name and making more efforts to speak to us. Babies are beautiful.

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My wife is awesome. She is about to start working again after the baby having episode. Congrats to her.
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IM BLOGGING FOOL!!!