Eulogy

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mine I wrote it in ten min so be nice


If you have nothing nice to say don't say it 
That was my sisters favorite lines 
She used to say it when me and my brother would go tit for tat 
Screaming at us with a  cigarette in her mouth the ash always ready to fall 
no ashtray ever seemed to be around 

My sis was always Half dressed 
She hated clothes 
Nudity was in her eyes 
She looked at you with eyes of a lion ready to feast 

A bitch she called herself 
A female dog 
I like to say a Pitt bull  
She had strength, a lock jaw 
and everyone here remembers her big ass nose 
I hated that nose 
I threw a car at it once 
Matchbox car 
And Thats why it had that disfigured look to it, 
Funny how I left my mark 
I'm sure she never shared that story or many others at that 

I'll share some and a few I won't 

 You know She left a few scars on me 
Some on others to I'm sure 

Sometimes at night I wake up and feel them
The touch me here voice 
Echoes  through my head 
Almost as if she's there in the room with me. 
Not a good presence 
That presence was there when she was alive 
Now I'm just doomed 

Oh and Her red brush
she loved that overused brush 
That brush It  hated me 
I swear it was my worse enemy 
When my brother couldn't get his hair right he threw it at me 
But I would take his pain over her pain any day 
What she made me do with that brush 
I can't even explain
It's still to fresh I guess 

She imprinted on me, just like I did to her nose 
So many scars left inside me
I'll take those to my grave 

Like she took them to hers 

I never did get an I'm sorry 
I think she really thinks everything she did was ok. 

she died thinking it was ok
I was never women enough to tell her it wasn't ok 
And it really wasn't ok 
And I wish she knew it wasn't ok

She can rest in peace now maybe I can just put this nightmare to sleep with her 


Yes that was my sister 
The ever so loving Pitt bull 
Rip 
Please   "here" take your brush to hell with you 


Two poems each . No other rules

The upper hand

what a man he was.
you wouldn't know it at first sight,
or the second,
but maybe the third—

in between his half-dozen
sandwiches a day
and his chain-smoking
(always gonna quit just as soon
as the cartons in his closet ran dry)
you begin to see a man...

always smiling the screw-loose grin
of a cleaned-up ex-junkie
who can't barely remember his own address,
obsolete with the childlike mental capacity
that two decades of hard drugs left him,
wandering idly from one warehouse bay to the next,
loving life and letting you know it.
(calling work fun, because if he's
not having fun, why bother?)

but I guess after twenty years
of heroin hits, acid stamps and angel dust
collecting prison time, tattoos and diseases
and then going straight sober
of his own accord
for twenty-two years,
he has a right to be happy

they treated him rough.
foreman hounding him
when he didn't complete the few duties
that were entrusted him
and grown men baiting him
like guffawing schoolyard boys.
but you can't blame them...
men can't read souls,
just histories

and they told me to watch out for him,
but in a place where you're treated
exactly as well as you know your job
he treated a know-nothing college kid
pretty damn fine

so I can rest easy,
because he had plenty of demons
but he fought them all daily
the last twenty-two years—
and now he's got a halo
and two big-ass wings
and a sword to fight them.
with a mad cackle,
that euphoric glint in his eyes
and a "c'mere you dirty bastards!"
Joe finally has the upper hand.


Rest in peace Joe - 2/28/11

Two Years

I write for you
as if you were my ampersand,
a thin string between
sane & insane

To my Dearest 22/2/2010

I liked them both :)

In memory of you,i pour out some liquor
Just for old times sake
Nurture your seed that once grew within me
And know she was no mistake
We loved hard if not for long
Before she reached
4 months old you were gone

But you lived to the fullest
Never changed your stripes
You did what you pleased
Never believed the hype
Remained true to yourself
Living by the sword
In the pursuit of wealth

Just a young G in his hayday
Even though you had others
The bullshit never came my way
So i never had to check a bitch
For pushing up on him
He was a man
And playing the field was just a symptom
I know i stressed you out
Demanding all of your time
But you were a gangsta
Still in his prime

A hood star is what you are
And always will be
18 years and the thought
Of you gone still chills me

Many still talk of the
Work you put in
But the good you did deserves mentioning

I Remember the night i got the call
How my knees buckled
The couch in front of me
Breaking my fall
Hearing the details of the slaughter
Thinking to myself
What the hell am i gonna tell our daughter?

She looks just like you
Walks just like you
When she gets mad
Throws tantrums the way you used to

Sometimes i feel a tickle
Smell your cologne
Can't wait to join you
Soon as i get home

Sunrise: 2/26/73 Sunset:11/1/93

Woe very nice..

You would always laugh at the silly jokes I made,
you would always listen to me.
You would watch TV with me,
I would be your pillow,
we would cuddle all night.

My back would hurt after these nights,
cause I only wanted you to be comfortable.
You smiled at all the people you saw,
you made new friends so fast,
you were so friendly.

Your hair was always all over the place,
we always wondered how you still had hair on your head.
You were great at sports,
you always beat us in games.

You knew so many good books,
you let us read them, we could talk about them for hours.
We could always talk.
You loved to talk.

You made these really great presents,
you brought me joy in my life,
you made us smile.

And yet you left,
you needed to go on,
help others. Someone who needs you more than we do.

I miss you.
I will always love you.
Everyone thinks of you,
we will hold you dear forever.

Thank you  

Cute Ty for entering

With love, for my ex..

Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face

Kind, intelligent, loving, hot
I just described what you are not !

I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off your face

I love your smile, face and eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies !

I see your face when i am dreaming
Thats why i always wake up screaming !

My love, you take my breath away
What did you step in to smell that way ?

My feelings for you have no words to tell
Except for maybe ''GO TO HELL!!!''

What inspired this amorous rhyme ?
Two parts vodka, one part lime !

(for his brother)

So, there lies your soul,
vacant,
hollow,
and black,
and while it saddens me to say this
I’m actually glad you’re never coming back.

As I gaze into your casket,
I’m reminded
of all that once glittered was never gold,
you were a bad husband, brother, and friend,
and your only control were over those unfortunate
till your end.

For 39 years
you were:
locked up
drinking up,
shooting up,
fucking up.

For 39 years,
you wasted your life
on what you considered
Godly lies and mistreat,
ruining everyone’s lives and
leaving nothing sweet about you.

I’ve pitied us living with you.
I’ve compared your likes to living in hell with you
because of this life you conjured up for yourself,
blaming everyone but yourself,
pointing fingers at everyone but yourself,
cursing everyone but yourself.

A lousy waste of space,
you were,
why God created someone
like you,
reckless and evil remains a mystery
on the family tree of your history.

So my only conclusion
to your ungrateful existence,
the Devil made him do it.

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