RIPPLES

Ripples are waves that come and go...

but then they're there and they just don't flow.

You get kudos and raves from all around..

but it never seems to come from the closet crowd.

The one's who matter, the ones who care...

supposed in voice but not in the air.

The funny thing in life is what you can see...

though not proven, but real and rarely believed.

Time and again you run across a TRUE...

but you have trouble believing 'cause it's so rare...it is NEW!

SIX DEGREES of seperation I thought of a lot

but the hype made me shy and skeptical at the on slaught.

The sense it does make but who'd really believe...
that things happen for a reason without reason or weave.

I know this for real and ask who you will...

I have had premenitions from the time I was little.

My only unanswered question I have held onto for years...
does MADONNA remember writing me back from 'PRIVATE EYES' at the request of the gears.

She wrote on notebook paper and explained she never does...

and just after her marriage to Sean, on a plane...he gave his doves.

Doves meaning the stroke of the 'PENN'...

they both signed it, I teared all the way to the end.

The funny thing is...Mo is BF's with Ro...

who I always admired but could take or let go.

The tide has quite turned...I guess from the blog if you will...

the realness, the access, the truth and the still.

The still in real life as Ro always says...

where Mo has shielded herself, for good reason I guess.

I could only imagine the fame she has endured...

but like CLASS...she has maintained the same of the curse.

As Wendy would say, "A FRIEND IN MY MIND"...

I have dreamed of the day I would only say, "HI!"

"Hi to Kelli, I said in PTOWN and asked for a pic....

and she was nice and was down.

Unknowing at best as we took a quick ride...

would we not wait in line but have a brief time.

I had already decided if my ass hurt too much we wouldn't stay...
but we got there and were wisked to the front with no say.

Ro, said at one point, "No kisses please" as I thought to myself...

oh yeah...the germs of many...what was I thinkin'...I know my steez!

But the cuteness, the vibe must have brought her about...

as whe kissed my Can Can on his puckered mouth.

She looked at me and him then again...

and asked if he was mine with knowing within.

It was a moment in time that connected the tie...

between Rosie, Cannon, Madonna and I.

I only say that 'cause in the weeks that followed...

I sent in a pic...of our 'PEACE' tees lunching at Carnegie...

and they were posted for ALL.

The funny thing was that the 'header' that day...

was of rehearsal of Mo at Rosedale that it changed.

I knew something special had occured for me at the least...
although may go unnoticed by all who's eyes feast.

I have dreamt of what I would say,
but would not want to bother and not be dismayed.

My Dad in Zimbabwe, having been three times...

Malawi and David makes me wonder again of the chimes.

Chimes that ring a different but same tune...

and make my spine tingle with each and every swoon.

There are certain songs that make me dance, or feel, or love, or reminisce.
Madonna has always done that for me...

though not every song, lets be fair, brings me to my knees.

I know one thing for sure and sure as can be...

a 'HOLIDAY' is something we all surely NEED!

Baby Boy BARRETT

Always a joy to meet a new baby boy.

Fresh out of the box...a new hatchling to love and enjoy!

Just as cute a a button with a button nose to match...

that resembles his mommy...just the cutest little hatch!

His Mom, Dad and Sister are just so proud...

as is his other family as well as my self...no doubt!

WELCOME to the world B.C.H.

and YOU KNOW IT!

My Friend

I have a friend...and I call him 'Ski's'
he's friendly and fresh but aims to please.
I've learned a lot from being his friend,
and can say I will be ALWAYS...no matter what 'til the end.

He's a pleasure and a joy as well as sometimes wild,
but again he is only a child.

He always means well as his heart shines right through...
though having 'Fragile X' must make everything harder to do.

It manifests in many ways,
leaving most perplexed on any given day.
To explain...the symptoms can vary and range,
from total dysfunction to autistic in name.

We have our own lingo and speed if you will...
from my whistle, to his plants...
there's always something to discuss usually the weather he reports with great skill.

SEVEN

Some say it's lucky...but in this case I find it yucky.
Some say you 're not done and I believe you've yet to begun.

However, if you've done it not once but thrice...
I guess I shouldn't care but the careless disregard makes it not nice.

Not only mad but embarrassed and sad.
Sad for the crew and all you don't do.

Only I feel 'LUCKY' because I thought you planned only mine...
but like ALWAYS...noting but lies.

One knows what they do and to who.
Fuck it...turn your head and act like YOU!

Not my speed and never was...
but 16 years of nonsense feels like a bust.

I will however, be thankful that I have a great one,
influenced by YOU very little as one would want.

A relationship, I did insist and am glad,
but remember the resist and the mad?

Now what...what do I say on number three of explanation...
when one lies, cheats, thinks not of the others for his own satisfaction?

FUCK IT...RAGGITY!

Oh well, shouldn't dwell on deceit...
only positive feats!!!

and you KNOW IT!

HEALING

Healing has been long but positive so far.

Perentage wise good...but remaining pain for the course is par.

Could be worse...different aspects improving...

but pain, scar tissue, traumatic backlash still always moving.

I am optomistic to a degree of functionality...

bearing the cross in mind of reality.

Everything is realitive and hopefully manageable to a point...

ending in questions and often annoyed

Many someones' are far worse...

therefore humbling me back slowly on track and on course.

Although always feeling for someone else...

the ignorance of self often jumps the obvious shelf.

Concentration is the key to self-healing...

with positive thoughts forced for reeling.

Night, night!

...YOU KNOW IT!

GOALS

GOALS...I loved 'em in soccer, as few as they came...

but worth every stride in honor and name.

Sometimes reached in error, although fortunate as time looks back..

a GOAL is something to dream and reach for; and to try and not to lack!

...and YOU KNOW IT!

SOLICE

Solice with Snort is peace at it's best...
especially at 2:30 A.M. when all are at rest.
Jack and Me by the sea,
benefitting us both...although unspoken but seen.

Many studies have been done,
for both research and fun, that a person's best friend is a dog #1

A good boy is our dog, who loves not just all...
for canine reasons is selective and stands tall.
Though learning late just how to flow...
he has helped me through this painful slow.

go Snorty...and YOU KNOW IT...BLIGE...!