Easter Sunday (For Mom)

Mom put out quite a spread.
For the day that Jesus bled.
There weren't no bunny.
And there weren't no ham.
But God did we break bread!

There were homemade muffins and scones.
Chicken meatballs, spinach souffle.
Pasta salad, everything homemade.
The cobbler of walnuts, sweetness and nuts
Was the most amazing stuff!

Mom met my girl.
Said she shone like a pearl.
We had great conversation.
We talked of things spiritual.
And had the most amazing meal!

Mom is modest about her gifts.
And of how much she gives.
Considering the riches she bestows.
Of a beauty too few know.
Her love is in abundance!

Our day was exquisite.
Every second precious.
Time went by like grains of sand.
Who could possibly have such a hand?
To make a dream but we can't re-live it?!

For Jim Cherewick

He's an amazing song writer.
He's a lover, not a fighter.
He is generous with his art.
And generous with his heart.
He's got an abundance of talent.

We have exchanged a peculiar currency
Of a portrait for a poem.
Whose value can only be known
By us and us alone.
And he is a genuine friend.

Jim is an original.
Never is he not true to himself.
And so many people put on masks.
But for him it would be an impossible task.
Because truth is all he asks.

And the beauty is he probably never
Expected to get it back.
Because he has already forgotten
That we made this pact.
But Jim my brother I got your back.

For G. White

He's got me flummoxed and frustrated.
His bill of sale is overrated.
He tortures salesmen with false hope.
But sales is empathy.
And he doesn't seem to have any.

He said it's his wife who's objecting
But I think he's misdirecting.
Because he asked me to lower the price.
So he can stay with the company that fucked up twice.
So either G. White is playing an elaborate game.
Or his wife is the better salesman and she's got him tamed.
 
This guy is a pestilence to salesmen.
And he acts like he's a gamesman.
But he creates a game where you can't win.
And where's the fun in that?
He's a loathsome creep.
With a load of bullshit ten miles deep.

I always stay on track

Friends are disappearing like rabbits.
Into a magician's hat.
Giving me the yeah but's.
Thank God I have music.
And my beautiful cats.

Deep inside I have resolve.
I got all my problems solved.
There is no stopping this train.
I sing my happy refrain.
Even when skies are gray.

I've got faith and conviction.
And an inspired premonition.
That everything is going to be alright.
No one can turn my blue sky to night.
You can't underestimate my might.

You can't control what life throws at you.
Only how you react.
Life gives you a fuck load of lemons.
That's a fact.
But somehow I always stay on track.

 For Niko

He's a lively Albanian
Hand-shaking. Earth quaking.
There is no mistaking.
He's the real deal.

An abundance of energy propels him.
The power of belief compels him.
You can follow him or go fuck yourself.
There is no middle ground.

I trust him and respect him.
He's my brother and my friend.
He'll be there for me until the end.
Nothing about him is false or pretend.

He's a mutant from another world.
A gem a diamond and an emerald.
He's worth more than most humans.
His conviction is all consuming.

This dude's my main man.
Know what I'm saying?
With him there is no bullshit.
And he's not playing.

For Deb

She has an aversion to most food.
Not depending on her mood.
She's just fastidious.
Her bias does not apply to people.
If there were a church I believed in,
She would be my steeple.

I adore the ground she walks on.
She is as pure as light.
She has no flaw in her morals.
She is better than us mortals.
I adore this angel.

I am a witness here to testify
She is the only good soul alive.
With compassion and integrity.
And a heart that would melt ice.
She burns with beauty and grace.

I love my friend with all I have.
She is always strong and brave.
When God was looking for sinners,
He knew there was one more left to save.
Because she would never hurt a living soul.
And her sanctity had broken the mold.

For K

She's another lost soul.
She's not quite whole.
She has beauty and grace.
But she doesn't know her place.

She doesn't know what she's worth.
Because she was cursed from birth.
With outrageous beauty.
She's quite the cutie.

I can't describe how she affect me.
But I want her to succeed.
She showed me her best side.
And fulfilled a need.