Death

I wrote this while sitting in Funeral Parlor at a Wake…

Death

When I die I know you will
Cry for Me. Cry Tears of Joy
Now that My Soul is Finally Free.
Think of fields of green and sky of blue
And the Love I Shared with You.
While You’re left on Earth
I will Watch Over Thee.
My Spirit is Home where we all
Shall be. Our Real Father Protective
He Is Always Loving of You and Me.
So when You think of Me, Wear
A Smile, Knowing We All have
To walk that Final Mile.
One Day soon, We will meet again
Maybe even Remember Our Days
On Earth and Thoughts of
Wanting to be Free.
Come along and join Me
Home in Heaven with Our
Spirits’ Soul, Flying Free.
Living, Loving All Peaceably.

Peter John Frady

08:26:03

Words Are Mere Shadows of Thought

Sensing purpose, you propose:
Totality always overflows the edges.

The storm reaches farther than thought
Possible, lapping the inscrutable.

Casting off with no directions
Courts sensuality is irrefutable.

Other than that
Hold the thought up to the light

Breath the description,
Hear the events, sing their song

With all your might.

Black President, White America

I sit alone on a cloud over looking the world. The air is still and the night is quiet. All the eyes in the world hold golden slumbers but mines. I stay awake as the worlds worries. I am the cannon ball of a country as it dives into troubled waters. I am the storm that creeps in discouraging the big black ship of hope. That search and rescue vessel you voted your prayers on to save you. I am the white thunder and lightning who enhances the storm. The captain seems beaten now. He has battled this storm for two long years and with every inch he gains a piece of his vessel was lost. A piece of himself.
Before he embarked on this journey he was already at a lost. His age, his experience were all scrutinized. And I was the one that did it. I was the pictures of a Muslim and the questions with no answers. I was the big racist remark in the room that nobody said but everyone thought of. I was a old white house with no wish on being coated a new shade of black. I was set in my ways. They may not have been ways that necessarily work, but they were my ways none the less.
Now I am still the same stubborn image that refuses to change. I am a legacy of  white wigs and  red blood. I am a legacy of paper and ink, a legacy of  famous quotes and  one liners that rattled a nation. The revolution will not be televised, and neither will change. For the one soul who believed he could venture out and save those under water. Who believed he could bring a new way.
Hello,……..I am America.

Learning Life ( for Dawn )

In the duskiness of the early morning
she rises no matter
how little
her sleep
her face tight from the many tears
that she cried
through
the night
the empty space next to her
a reminder
he
is not there
why
it is not fair
why
did he
have to go
why
did he
leave her
to
face everything
alone
everyone says that she is not
alone but that is
bull
they don’t know
they
don’t walk in her shoes
they don’t live in
her body
feel her pain
lie in this
empty
cold
bed
alone….
A single ray of sun creeps slowly through the gloom
touches her face
she blinks
a single tear
a sigh
she stands
remembers to breathe
and starts another
day
learning life
without him

copyright 10/22/2010 catherine hayes ulasinski

How I See You ( for Suzi )

A fire cracker
A wise cracking smarty mouth
larger than life
who I wouldn’t want to be
any other way…
A beauty
A jewel
Tough on the outside
Scarred by life
but
deep inside
still willing
to hope
full of love
deserving
of love…

Keep your head held high
sweet girl
you are an original
you are special
You are You

Lucky are we to be
loved by you…

Anger

Surges with lightning bolt hitting the earth;
The waters heat up and the mighty oceans begin to boil;
Who can live in the volcano, its anger scorches like fire from brimstone;
The wind tempests with great indignation swirling in all directions;
Another bang is about to happen while the sun races down the earth with sonic fury;
The entire cosmic cringe up in fear;
Our diversity will be ruined, but who cares;
Our hopes will be dashed but they’re intangible now;
I am angry now and the world will end right this moment;
My emotions are driving me to extinction;
But, there’s a life beyond now;
And I will live it!
I will subdue me and live!

my inspiration

oil spills and such,
Green house gases errupt,
Goverment corrupt,
Have we not had enough?
Free speech on the line,
While the sheep,
Bleet, tweet and sleep,
Feeding into fake media frenzy,
Instead of unity,
Theres envy,
Brother can you spare a penny?
Back in the day it was a dime,
But its much worst now,
Its always taken a toll,
But it really hurts now,
Cause it seems we don’t care,
Faced with armageddons count down,
What I’m saying’s not profound,
I just say what you won’t,
Thinking that words can restore hope,
Is it money, sex or drugs,
Whats your mechanism to cope?
For me its the future,
Lil ones lookin up at me,
Lives in my hand,
Innocent trustin me….

Too Familiar

I am way to familiar
with the middle
of the night now.
It used to be
a wonderful thing.
A feeling of
freedom
and
creativity.
Now
I feel the darkness
and
the loneliness.
I long for sleep
but it eludes me.
More and more.
It teases me…
Brushes my fingers
Just
when I think
I have it in my grasp
and
I can pull
it’s comforting mantle over me
it quickly slips
away.

What is the secret?
What is it that I have to do?
I feel like I have forgotten how…

I am so tired…

copyright 8/5/2010 catherine hayes ulasinski