Would you do it different?

To age is a blessing

To age alone is not

You were kind to others and they forgot

You wonder what the F was missing but then you remember. . .

Once upon a time you were a famous movie star

Now that you are older no one knows who you are

You had so many fans but not one close friend

Now you are alone when it is almost the end

You ignored your family and your

close friends

You only wanted the limelight and the company of fake friends

You walked the red carpet and never took your mother or father

Instead you took some glamorous other

You attended luxurious events but never with those that helped you to rise

Today you are in hospice waiting for your demise

I guess the lesson here is to appreciate how you came to be

Never forgetting family, friends and sincerity

Fame, fortune and being in the limelight

Is worth nothing if you must walk sad and alone into the night.

With all my love Guady G

Rest in what?

I’m so tired of resting thus I will take a rest.

I will rest in chaos because resting in peace is eternal and I want to live.

With all my love Guady G

Isn’t the English language interesting? Resting in peace is associated with the dying and the dead. Has anyone ever said Rest In Peace to a living person going to rest from a chaotic day? Hmm.

Dante the Diamante

Birth

Joyful, Tearful

Entering, Hugging, Crying

Bassinet, Sleep, Casket, Sleep

Exiting, Hugging, Crying

Sad, Tearful

Death

It’s true. Not all diamonds are created equal. It’s interesting indeed that there are many similarities between these two opposing subjects. Life is what is the in-between of these two. You only get one life so make the most of it. Don’t let anyone steal your shine! You are powerful! You are amazing! I love you! I send you hugs from Brooklyn.

With Love Guady G

If only I were in Spring

A Soliloquy

I’ve been waiting many a season to come across him. A myriad of times I was bemused by all I encountered. I remember stopping, settling down for a while only to soon realize that I had been lost. Of course, I kept going but as I traveled my skin became more arid and now there are creases that weren’t there in my summer.

I look into the mirror and I see my spring because that’s how I feel! That’s how he makes me feel. My joints have loud crepitus but those sounds are barely audible next to the pangs of my being. He makes me want to soar. I want to roar I’m free!

If this were a world without judgement and without consequences then I would proceed. But I can’t for in this world we live in, they would not understand that love and passion are ageless. My heart was constrained but now it has been let loose by him. He holds the key but how will anyone understand? To them it would be like placing a square peg into a circular shape. It doesn’t fit they would say. It doesn’t belong.

I see that too but why do my feelings become so in tune every time he strums the guitar? Why does his written prose synch so well with the basic tenet of who I am? It’s not fair! I’ve searched decades to find him. Why do I need to ignore my feelings? Ignore him?

But I get it for he is barely into spring and I’m I’m in late fall. I have only the winter before me. I am that leaf that’s so beautiful in color but soon to fade and fall off.

I shall always remember him and in my dreams and oh in my sweet dreams shall he be with me forever.

Happy Poetry Month my darlings. Keep writing. Stay safe. Stay strong. Thank you for reading this long post. I appreciate you.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady