El Dia de Mi Partida

No temo la muerte, la respeto 

Es por ella que 

La vida apreció

No sé cuando 

Ni cómo me encuentre

En ese día,

De mi despedida

Entre lágrimas saladas 

Dulce compañía, tequila

Sones, ofrendas 

Copal, cempasúchitl

Bailare en las mentes

Cantaré en los corazones

De mis seres queridos

Entre los recuerdos 

Eterna vida será mía

Brother.

I'd be lying if I said,

I thought of you every single day.

After all, it's been 17 years,

Since you went away.

At first, it was incredibly hard.

At times, I'd walk though the door,

Bite my tongue, on the verge of 

Asking where you were.

For myself I can say,

The pain has passed.

Just as you would've liked,

Life has gone on.

Every now and again,

I catch myself wondering

What you'd be like?
What you'd think of modern life?

Of all which has transpired?

Smashing's 1979 came on,

Makes me think of you.

Coincidentally, the year of your birth.

I wonder if you'd be into the same scene.

Hendrix, The Doors, Soda Estereo,

Writing poems, riding bikes, smoking blunts?

Would you have outgrown them all?

Would you be married with kids,

All serious and tied down?

I bet you'd still be young at heart.

One thing I know for sure,

You'd be crazy about my girls.

I do wonder if now unlike then,

We'd made amends, be on speaking terms?

Would you be proud of your big sis?

Or still question my life decisions?

I like to think you'd be impressed.

Not my title and career, to you

These would be insignificant.

You'd be glad I finally realized,

You were right about what's his face.

I like to think you'd agree

I turned out alright,

Significantly more chill

Than what you'd perceived.

Much older and wiser,

Surely we'd let bygones be.

Agree to disagree, heck

We might've turned out to be 

- Best buddies.

Bittersweet, life turns out to be.

Gone in an eye's blink.

Though you left with no regrets,

As the good tend to.

Year after year, 

We in the fish bowl -

Wish you were here.

#CeciltheLion

Majestic African king

Eyes of Hazel, 

Golden Mane.

Against all odds

A loner self made,

Leader of the pride.

We failed you,

Your majesty.

Allowed the vile

To name his price.

Disgrace your kingdom 

Your throne gentrify. 

Cecil, We failed you.

Allowed the devil's

Privilege, white 

As his coat.

With his hyenas 

Enter the motherland

Desecrate your reign. 

We failed 

To protect you,

Your royal highness,

As you did your pride.

As certain as the sunrise

Your mane, your name

Will be avenged. 

Freedom in Anonymity

Party of 3

Tough Loving Pops

Thinking about you today
On Father’s Day, trying to find
The perfect words to say
While I think and ponder 
How my life has been
Through thick and thin
You’ve always been there for me.
We have not always agreed
In fact, often butted heads.
I never understood until
Just now, it dawned on me
A straight up epiphany.

All those years, I called growing pains
Discussions, arguments, tantrums
Trying to get my way
You stood your ground
As I did, to your dismay.
“If you don’t stand for something
You’ll fall for anything”
Those words you taught me,
Always stayed with in my head.
Through your tough love,
A perceived lack of nurturing
I learned just that.
To stand up, fight for my beliefs
Even if they went against Dad’s.

You didn’t edit your content
Sugar coat your words
You didn’t give in to,
Your sweet little girl.
You didn’t hug constantly
Dry away my tears,
That is what mom is for.
She has always been my pillar
Gotten credit for who I am
Yet I realize, more than ever
One tough old man
Shaped my character.

It only took 37 years 
To realize the tough love 
Of one constant man
Made me stronger, than any man.
So much so, I’ve proven
I don’t need one to stand.
For that, I am eternally indebted.
Through your tough love,
I grew into the woman
I was born to be.
As I am proud to call you father,
Hope you are equally proud of me.
For all I am, I owe to you.
Much like Cash’s
Boy Named Sue

Lighter Shade of Mood

Never got around to writing that song 

'Bout thinking and missing 

'Bout returning from a visit 

Coming off the high of with you being

The thought was always there

Though the words would not come 

Wasn't quite as dark, indigo mood

Many moods, lighter shades of blue

Never got around to writing them blues

'Bout all the different shades, moods gone through

From the faintest, lightest sky 

To the deepest, starkest ocean hue

Never got around to writing that,

For a song author I am not

Though the words didn't come 

Maybe it's the thoughts that count

Never got around to writing....

Damn, I've forgotten what 

Drawing up a blank, case of writers block

After all is said & done & done & said

Guess the thrill is gone.