I heard my name on the wind
Trampled under the feet of passerby’s
Falling through my hands like the men I had
Tearing all apart
“and you call yourself a “woman””
laughs up my back
to slammed doors and brawls
I mean drunken blacked eyes, big lipped, purple loved stained skin
“and you call yourself a “man””
I heard my name on the wind
Drugged under no muffler having three tires and a spare
Through dilapidated housing units
Where the walking dead is the majority
And I just ain’t got enuf pennies to go round
And you ain’t here
No mo push it…push it…push it inside of me
No mo you my baby and have you mean it hot breath on my face
On my skin
Mixed in with whiskies best
No mo I want you to…or….do this for me baby
I heard my name on the wind
Cries cause I ain’t never really been alone
No sorry scratch that
I mean I never truly had no one to miss
And when I did she was already gone
And when I did he is gone now but not so far away that I
Can’t hear his voice in the wind
Callin out my name…in the shower
Callin out my name….through the images I send him
Hopin to catch a glimpse of him
In the night
On the moon again
Cause I am moving on up on the outside
“oh you so pretty”
“your skin is glowing”
“you look so young” but but but
on the inside…….on the inside
I am fallin apart
Stuck in lime green slime infecting my dreams
Having me chasing my name on the wind
That I think is him callin out ta me
*see sometimes yall I’s get so confused by da hands
you know
so many hands wanting to show me da “real”
and sometimes yall I’s just needs to be lifted above da concrete
you know
be brought back from dis mud hole I’s be walking in
sometimes I’s be smellin da flowers yall
feel dat sun shinning high…like six feet above ma head
when I’s hear ma name ridin on dat wind
I get ta climbing so I’s can catch his breath on ma name
Ridin on da wind
Catch it fore reality come
Fore reality comes and takes it away
Aberjhani
Wow -- just gets to the core of the human condition and confusion. despairing, gut wrenching and always trying to get to the surface to catch air. Your writing is unique, I can almost see you reciting it (on a stage for some reason.)
Kathy
indicates the writer's first hand experience.
Smartly done and well written.
Is mankind listening?
DWB
Time to up up up somewhere
besides the mud...
Enjoyed immensely...
Ron
Write On Right Mitzi...
TRASK
Carmen
All visions depicting the emotions in surreal impressionist and symbolistical rainbow showing the colors of the inner mind "Callin' Out" to life.
I did enjoy the smell of this poetic bouquet "Callin' Out".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
You write the blues in many ways. I would love to hear your words to music.
Sincerely,
Sharon
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Always reach deep in my heart
Because you always write with your
Heart and truth this
Words are very powerful this
One has touch my soul And I agree with fee
On this great piece!!
Love And Peace To You Always..Morning Star
Excellent!!
lvoe Tinka
Fee
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Be safe,
Karen
and ya sometimes the mud is all we can feel, i have no wisdom...just applause, you've touched my soul
Everything you write touches me, but you reached right in and grabbed my heart, (hard), with this one, you have such a gift...
Rose
Excellent~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sandie Angel :o)
Thanks for sharing,
Stan