Some things, they say,
like certain favorite dishes,
are better after you let them stew,
and rest, bringing on deeper flavors to enjoy.
Sometimes, I’ve found,
it takes time, and a willingness
to try again, and again. A strong desire
to not only not give up, but to also make things better.
Some people, I know,
like you, my love, are able to change
themselves, and other people’s minds,
like mine. Surprisingly, against all odds, they move past
the past, to a new place where love still remains, and grows.
“Will work for food”. That’s what the sign said
that you held as you strategically stood on the corner
of my exit. The red light held its breath
twice as long as any other red light. So long
that it was impossible for all of our eyes to divert
yours completely. We all sat uncomfortably
in our heated leather seats, gripping steering wheels,
coffee, and cell phones. Peering out of tinted windows
past your eyes, right through you. Desperately
trying to focus on the long red light above. Trying
to wish it green.
I guess, it still wasn’t long enough. Not for proper
interviews or to hire you for anything. Not for anyone
to want to see you, or to hear you sing your song
over the personal blues blasting in car stereos.
So, I slipped you a 5 through the crack of my window
against a lifetime of warnings. I thought, maybe
you would use it for food, maybe. Or maybe
you would call someone who cared. Or it may just be
a fix your after after-all. Maybe. But maybe,
if I was in your shoes, I’d be doing the same damn thing
or worse.
~ smj
“He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes “Get a job you fuckin’ slob” is all he replied
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes ‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues”
~ What It’s Like, Everlast
I never really knew
just what I wanted
to be
when I grew
up.
I never figured out
just how to believe
in myself,
in you,
in most things
really, let alone dreams.
Some things die
hard.
Bad habits,
Bruce Willis,
Cockroaches,
and maybe some dreams,
but
others just die
young.
Struck down
while weak.
Well before any dream
had a chance
to grow
up.
~smj
“Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
I’ll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down, down, down, on me”
~ Waiting for my real life to begin, Colin Hay –
Who told poor Robin that Spring had sprung? What Judas could have sent her to this place where waters are sure to freeze again? And, when she learns there are no worms, no wonder why her face will show as red as her breast.
Samantha Mariah Jane 