It is what it is – Another Side Of Valentines

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She leaned back smiling,

‘Why the smile?’ he asked.

She replied-

‘Because it is what it is.

Not a love of wanting and passion

But one that is born of familiarity and respect.

Not one that has left my heart racing-

But one that I know will always be.

Your love has always been like the seasons

Each spell bringing its own characteristics.

There has never been a constant

Nothing that I could be sure of.

One minute you would be infatuated with me, the next…

Well I would be surprised if you remembered my name.

Although something inside would always nag at me and would say that the love was still there.

But it was and is sometimes hard to see it.

Don’t  get me wrong, I am grateful for you and your presence.

The presence of this familiarity.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking…..

There she goes again, dictating how to love, dictating what love is, dictating, dictating…

You know I have never been a tyrant, or that person in charge

So it is funny how you would call it dictating.

I call it sharing with the man I love.

Sharing my thoughts and opinions.

Or maybe they should be kept inside.

A woman should be seen and not heard.

That’s what your daddy told you right?

Yeah, that makes me smile-

As you loved me for having my own mind before,

But that was before I became your wife.

I really do love you

And I have loved being with you over all of these years,

But you know what I wish….

I honestly wish that through the ups and the downs you had just kept on loving me despite it all….

Despite the fact that the kids where bothering you

Despite the fact that money was tight and things were rough

Despite the fact that there was a lack of alcohol in your system

Despite the fact that I did not like your new female ‘friend’

Despite the fact that you were just pissed off at the world and all that it encompassed

Despite all of that.

Because when I was sick I loved you,

When I was mad at you I loved you,

When I was alone, home with the kids and no adult conversation for days I loved you,

When we were broke I loved you,

When you told her you loved her and I overheard I still loved you,

Despite all of that I loved you’.

She reached for her walking stick.

‘But as I said’ she looked at him, ‘it is what it is’.

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ He asked.

She smiled again and raised her aged body up from the chair.

On seeing the pain in her face he got up and stretched out an arm towards her,

‘You need some help?’ He asked.

‘No’ she said, ‘But thanks for showing love’.

 

I-t’-s A-b-o-u-t T-i-m-e

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t has been so long – since I have visited you my friend,

he life I live became a whirlwind –  I thought it would never end,

ometimes I would think  about running back to you,

s my words needed an outlet, what was I to do.

B ut now I am back with a  vengeance – that you surely see,

O h yes, the words are flowing, gushing out of me,

U pon my keyboard fingers tap the letters in their rows,

T iredlessly finding ways to express the things they know.

T he thoughts are now abundant and I will not hold back,

I have a mind to declare a war and launch a word attack,

M ight was never my thing though, it’s not the way I choose,

E xpressive rhythmic wordings.. oh yes, that’s the method I use.

I Just Felt Like Writing

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I just felt like writing,

Like I did back then, when I hung with friends, with a Biro pen,

I just felt like writing,

Letting the words flow out, that’s what it’s all about, no thought no cry no shout,

I just felt like writing,

Putting the words down nice, making nice rhyme with thrice, mixing it up with some spice.

I just felt like writing,

Hearing the words in mind, not knowing what I’d find, when creation has no bind.

I just felt like writing,

My youngest in my ear, reading lines here and there, of me he has no fear.

I just felt like writing,

What next will I put down, no word can make me frown, each with a rhythmic sound.

I just felt like writing,

Taking this time to see, if it is really me, who can express words so free?

I just felt like writing,

Not thinking about grammar,

Not thinking about tone,

Working off into the unknown,

No Copyscape about,

No spellcheck to speak of,

Just writing off of the cuff.

No keyword density,

No search engine laden text,

Just pure expressiveness.

I just felt like writing-

Baa daa baa daa baaam!

And it ends with a saxophone fanfare,

And it ends with a saxophone fanfare,

And it ends with a saxophone fanfare

And it ends

And it ends

And it ends.