landscaping tomorrow

What happened in my yesterdays

Landscapes your tomorrows

The stands I took to make a point

The fights I should have fought

The few years spent on why with god

In deciding it was not

Worth my time.

Wait �"

Not that it wasn’t worth my time.

I just figured out that the girth of my time

Is better spent on intuition

On basic right and wrong

What feels right and just and fair

Not necessarily what some man with a big thick book says.

I’m afraid that yes, what happened in my yesterdays

Landscapes your tomorrows.

Nights I spent in cozy beds

Delighted with my simple feats

Tying shoes and riding bikes

Christmas time and yummy treats

But also nights I spent on streets

And days I spent in fear

Because of them I know I hear

And see

And taste

And touch

The world a little differently.

And probably, most definitely, you will too.

It’s true.

What happened in my yesterdays landscapes your tomorrows.

My mom’s landscaped mine.

Stories from her life appeared

With pages torn and missing

Inconsistencies and disconnect

Leave me feverishly listing

questions

How could yous and

Why would yous and

What would yous

What made you let someone hurt you? Let someone hurt me?

Not only that but

What made you happy?

What made you proud?

What got you excited?

I never could tell.

Because of that, I leave a trail of questions answered before they were even asked

My heart lives not

On my sleeve

But ON MY FOREHEAD

Where you CAN’T MISS IT

It’s always beat intensely, quickly (I’m serious)

Desperately eager to share the

what and why and how and when

About what makes it tick

What makes life worth living

And what is beyond a doubt wrong

And unacceptable

What it is destiny calls on me to change.

As her heart failed, mine became stronger

Unable to be contained in my chest alone

And her yesterdays landscaped my tomorrows.

Reviews

[Aka; Donnie (ramone) Ka..]

ah, we walk the generational trail knowing full well novel incidents are done that, been there for elders who have more miles on their shoes. seems cycles are powerful things --hard to break out of .