Tag Archives: art

Ignoring Allies

Where is the logic to ignore support? It feels a lot like speaking from within a void when those you support can’t be bothered to respond and let you know they hear you and appreciate the added voice. This tendency that many have, has the power, not to change the support, but to silence the voice of support. It makes one think that those who wish to push for better lives, not only want the support, but wish to direct who can support them; like it’s necessary to discriminate in who is allowed to be an ally.

It doesn’t matter as I’ll still stand up and say to all the women who’ve felt the sting of being tormented for simply being a woman; you are loved, even if that love comes from those you don’t know yet. Hold to your faith that someday the scales will be balanced.

pic00020

Sports Writing: Breanna Stewart

b-ball pic

 

BREANNA STEWART

Boss steppin’ on the court as her passion stakes her claim.

Respect the grace as she dominates while you read her name.

End of game is a foregone conclusion of victory lest you bring all.

Away or home the court is hers requiring full effort to take the ball.

None but those sharing the jersey can match her b-ball beauty.

None but those facing her in the post can appreciate her fairly.

And the face on this, warrior of the rock, stirs passion hot.

 

Six-foot-four is her posted height and ungainly she is not.

Take a step in the wrong direction guarantees her team’s score.

Even odds or better, when she’s in her element it’s never a bore.

Winning on the court or in life is this angel’s due.

Attaining respect for the woman she is, shouldn’t be anything new.

Radiant is her soul as she stands above the rest.

The chance to see this baller in person once, fuels hope’s zest.

Before Your Eyes Take That Ride

green eyed bliss

Before your eyes take that ride

Left step, right step, I explode – pop – slam – into your sight.

Starting with the feet,they’re small and sweet; then ride up the calf, so smooth and neat. Keep riding up the thigh to the…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Make friends with my pain before you think about the gain.

The journey continues over the rear, keeping in mind the point, “most dear!” – then it’s up the abs I keep in shape, to the mounds of heavenly woman’s…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Give me a reason to believe, what’s found within cures your need.

I hold respect to a higher view so, when you think to follow the cues; the heat in your body provides you; my eyes should be your first stop!

Within this face that stirs your need are the orbs which grant you leave so, before your eyes take the ride look into mine and abide; there’s a world within this form that tempts your ardor’s norm and seeks recognition for its value.

If you can’t then…Stop!

Before your eyes take that ride, look into mine where my soul resides. Make friends with my pain before you seek the gain.

Darkness

pic00023

Lost in a world of darkness waiting for the key. I pound. I scratch. I wait for eternity for the one who finds it important enough to look for me. The dark is like molasses or quicksand slowly, dragging me down. I fear the end will come before the light comes home.

I scream for help but the sounds of contentment drown my pain. Ever do I slip farther away; calling, ever calling, for the one who sees me. If anyone hears it must be faint, like the buzzing of a mosquito to be swatted at blindly.

There’s a world out there, I do remember. The locks on this prison are not for me to break. The might of heroic effort on the part another is required. A specific champion who sees into the dark and finds me; the invisible one who speaks but can’t be heard for the important messages of celebrity doings most wonderful.

Crawling to the wall in pathetic disdain, I try once again for it’s all I’ve got. The echoes of my torment keep me company.

A Simple Wish Granted

My world was rocked as she stepped through the door. Long trim legs – kick ass seat – swaying to and fro. What caught me out like a clean right hook were the tears that spoke…

Pain – like the moment of insane memory

Pain – like being told you don’t make the grade

Pain – like you’re sweetest love left with him

Pain – like the heart will break on a dime

It caught me such a blow, I was frozen as she passed. With heart feeling heavy, I walked out to try. She’s gone and I can’t help the burden dragging on my soul. Such was my hope that I’d find her again to heal the hole she left in this world without her smile.

It made me feel…

Pain – like the moment of insane memory

Pain – like being told you don’t make the grade

Pain – like you’re sweetest love left with him

Pain – like the heart will break on a dime

This chance encounter pulled at me for a three week stint. Then out of the blue we’re returned to the point when I’m granted a second try. As she passes, I swallow my fear and say; “Hi.” With hesitant voice she responds in kind.

I ask, “How are you?” She sees the genuine interest but the source has much to be desired. “I’m okay. Thank you.” She turns to leave and I’m about to be left hanging in…

Pain – like the moment of insane memory

Pain – like being told you don’t make the grade

Pain – like you’re sweetest love left with him

Pain – like the heart will break on a dime

I hung my head for the promised ritual I knew by heart. To watch as she took her pain to the next in line to add more. I couldn’t speak for the lump of pain that caused the throat to constrict.

She turns back for a smile and I let her go as my wish was granted.