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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