D.Greaves http://dgreaves.posterous.com Well Veresed. Never Rehearsed. posterous.com Thu, 09 Jun 2011 06:32:00 -0700 THE RIVER http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-river http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-river

River

sometimes what you dont have time for

you gotta make time for it.

i was working and sweating not thinking too much..

when i got a call from my soul kinfolk.

sometimes  you dont know what you feel

when you are feeling it until it is felt.

lord have mercy kin..if you and her

cant make it work aint no hope  or chance

for the rest of us. 

and then he said  dee..i need you to make 

your pen bleed for me man.

let others feel what i am feeling.

well kin i dont know about the bleeding

because i  just do what i do with this here

modest talent i lease from  the great spirit.

but i love you man so  i will try my best.

 

 

it was  yesterday

wait  a minute

maybe the  day before

or the day before that

you gotta excuse my faulty memory

time kind of melts 

on  these hot summer days

 

i can see a love balloon

floating gracefully  over 

laughter and good times

but when i blink my tired eyes

a gust of  wind carries

that balloon far away

 

i cant think too clearly right about now

truth  be told

i dont  want to think at all

just want to go through the motions

of living day to day and silently hide

 

notions of  forgiving 

aint too effective when 

no one wants to be forgiven

after  all

not too many people are willing 

to let reality trample what is left

of their pride

 

ive been looking through the good book

the one your mom gave us 

so long ago

pastor says the word is good for inspiration

and i believe  what he says

truly i do

 

but when i opened the book

right before genesis 

my eyes  drifted to the dedication

you once inscribed

love always for you and i

in gods  name

 

 

lord have mercy

 

aint every man the same

despite what folks tend to believe 

about men i didnt have  

an exit plan no i didnt

wouldnt even think of one

 

anyway what is the use 

in  preparing for the hurricane

when you are living smack dab

in the center of its eye

 

aint no more tears to shed

the salt done run out 

and i dont feel like getting  dressed

to  make a run to the store

 

you always  made sure

to limit the salt in my diet

so it wouldnt make  much sense

to run out and  buy some more

 

what i need to know baby is

 

why  did you take 

me down to the river

knowing i was  thristy

and didnt tell me the river was dry

why would you invite   me

over for dinner

knowing i was hungry

and dont feed me

just sit back and watch

a grown man cry

 

lord have mercy

 

you know 

i have always said

aint no true unconditional love

except between god and you

 

heck even your children 

when they  fitting  to have a fit

can forget that you feed them

clothe  them and nurse  them 

when they are sick with the flu

 

love is gift 

that keeps on giving

oh yeah

think  i heard that slogan 

on a jewelry store ad one time

 

but what happens when 

that old love balloon

never had a chance

to orbit the harvest moon

it just popped on the needles

of a whisting  pine

 

aint no emptiness like silence

when you are accustomed to hearing

everyday chaos and the sound 

of  a joyous voice

 

and tell me 

how hard is it  to  maintain 

a semblance of sanity

when the church  folks remarks

tear at your heart

things will get better

trust in god

keep your poise

 

lord have mercy

 

i dont have many answers

and i dont even think  about

questioning the supreme

he knows what i do and do not need

 

but  soul kin

tell me how can i 

your brother dee

finish  your homily

without thinking of my own 

recent  memories 

of why my pen slowly bleeds

 

my brother gee money

always says  if it aint true love

it is just boning 

if it aint kissed by the heavens

it is just moaning

now that is some real 

grown folk  logic right there

 

we always  sit and rap

about what happens when

a man is about two steps from heaven

and moans  are the only thing 

he hears 

in the upper atmosphere

but you aint the man 

making your woman moan

 

can i just say this 

one more time  baby

 

why did you take 

me down to the river

knowing i was thristy

and didnt tell me the river was dry

 

lord have mercy

 

and why would you

invite me over for dinner

knowing i was hungry

and dont feed me 

just sit back and watch

a grown man cry

 

i gotta know 

why

 why

cant somebody tell me 

why

why

 

lord have mercy

 

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