Cherry Blossoms

House of Heart

Among the huddled bodies I gag at the odor  of the unwashed. The cargo deck is filled with small bodies.  I try to hold on to my little  sister as we are tossed about over the high swells. Her baby scent singles her out in the masses.   Yesterday we were making our way  from school  along the dirt path to our  house of walls, windows, and dirt floors.    We covered our eyes from the burning sun and rejected the slanted eyes of the men in the van who rode alongside us. Scattering our books along the dirt road we were bound and blindfolded with the others.  Later in the night  we are miles off the coast of Venezuela,  surrounded by indigo seas,  we can hear the voice of the boatman, harsh and hurried, his slits of eyes watch  for followers.  We are fed La Rochas to  transform our terror into…

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( just like my Dad did) 💥💥💥

WISDOM

Use your voice for kindness

Your ears for compassion

Your hands for charity

Your mind for the truth

And your heart for Love

Never take your Lover for granted

Cause you will never keep them

Someone will take your place

Cherish, Nuture, Listen and be happy

( just like my Dad did)

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my guitar quietly weeps for you

The Lonely Author

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my guitar quietly weeps for you

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Forever drying off
the guitar bridge
that never leads
me back to you
I find myself
playing wet strings
that serve as cruel reminders
of the faded connections
between me and you

Now that you are gone
my heart always beats off key
while the tears never stop
on this damp instrument
And since you no longer care
I write the saddest lyrics
for I’ll always love you in my songs
as my guitar quietly weeps for you

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