My job as a poet is trying to convey to others, anybody you are alive f***in live man! Since I came out...ah, er that is to really accept the role as a reluctant poet, its real easy for me to see when others have lost faith in themselves..the eyes, remember are the mirror to the soul? Then there are the words people use to describe their world and those in it...if you listen well, all youll need to know of someone is how they speak of a passion or dream...if they have neither, good chance they are down the road to losing the self faith...As a father I think the only possible sense of this role is to raise my kids not to be selfish assholes, thats it...the sports dont matter, nor the dance classes, or piano lessons, not karate or for gods sake not soccer...nothing matters if I dont teach my kids not to be fools or assholes...might be good to at least consider, our expectations of our kids maybe those unfulfilled regrets in ourselves...this is my life now, I am an artist, there said it...maybe you can give it a go and write something for your child in the way of advise, as if you were dying and needed to get it out, as in the following... Morgan: Whats that Ben? Ben: Oh, thats a kick stand. Morgan: Whats it do? Ben: Thats to hold your bike up when you get tired or just want to like get a drink or something, so it doesnt fall. Morgan: How do you put it up? Ben: Here Ill show you, its pretty cool...you just take your foot l like this and push it up, like so. SEE?! Pretty cool huh? Morgan: Thanks for showing me Ben. Ben: Oh, youre welcome. (garage conversation overheard by a open ear dad) Listen son don’t hang of words, Don’t fly too solo or run with herds, And may your sins be your own. There is no cool that isn’t learned, There is no strength that isn’t earned, There are no questions to your heart not known. Stand your ground in your own two feet, But know when to stand or take a seat, Know every day is a chance to learn. Know a hand out isn’t what it seems, For the owner too once hand grand dreams, For your ashes work, you must take your turn. Know life is hard and love is strong, Each day is short but the road is long, You will not have it change your soul. For you were born before your birth, Your very breathe is your worth, Merely words and actions you can control. You are a hero, as we all are, Been writ on every pulsing star, But known, by so very few. Intuition is your sword and fire, It will not dull or retire, But taunt you with what you must do. For all the plans of mice and men, The voice of song, of mouth or pen, All is not if you don’t feel. Connect with all when you can, Don’t reason too much over a worthy plan, Your smile and touch is much more real. Ksalire….orig…3.22.09...“For Ben. I love you son. I will do this thing for you son. We are all heroes.” (18 minutes)
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 20:23:03 +0000
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