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life (like love) is fragile

Posted in General, Life, love, People, Personal, poems, poetry, Relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 23, 2014 by aaron haynes-lewis

life (like love) is fragile

so i tiptoe on eggshells

tempting to avoid fate

no longer hoping to escape

only cope

still a hapless romantic

in love with life

but left at the altar time and time again

how many broken hearts can one man stand

how many times can i pick myself up

dust myself off

and (just) start over

i’m tired

weakened by failure

saddened by despair

and void of love

but life is unforgiving

unmoved

and unfazed by empty promises

and wandering hearts

life (like love) is fragile

but i still tiptoe on eggshells

tempting to avoid fate

domestic daddies

Posted in General, Life, love, People, Personal, poems, poetry, Relationships, Uncategorized with tags , on November 23, 2012 by aaron haynes-lewis

domestic daddies doze diurnally
b/c bawling babies bobble bottles by beside beacons.

the confessions of a wanna be blogger

Posted in General, Life, People, Personal, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on November 21, 2012 by aaron haynes-lewis

This blog was meant to serve as a journal of sorts. A place where I could unload my thoughts and feelings about the world around me. However, I’ve subconsciously limited myself to writing poetry. Go figure. Especially, when I don’t consider myself a poet or writer. I’m just very opinionated about what I observe.

Lately, I’ve been targeting friends to bombard with my thoughts. Bless them. Because I know with all my heart, they have no interest in political gossip, global revolutions or economic injustice(s). They are only concerned with whether or not their favorite singers were voted off the Voice. In fact, some of them have voted more for Voice contestants than for United States presidents. I’m not saying that’s wrong. I’m just saying, what’s relevant to some isn’t relevant to others.

That brings me to my biggest fear. Not being relevant. Who wants to hear what I have to say? How can I say anything that hasn’t been said one million times by other people? How can anyone discuss anything going on around us when the stories are spun over and again, leaving one unclear as to where the truth begins and ends. Making objectivity impossible. So the media can only inform me about what’s happening, not why.

I’m also on my third attempt at twitter. Yes, I’ve deleted my account twice. This new attempt feels necessary, so I’ll give it a try. Two days and 5 followers later… Well, it’s a start. Please follow me:) apolitical_politickr

I’ll end by saying, I’m going to just write daily. No more Facebook rants or long phone conversations. Maybe I’ll develop an ability to express myself in ways that don’t rhyme. Not to be confused with rapping or a rapper. More like poetry or a rhymester. Thanks for listening.

para aquellos que viven en mi barrio

Posted in General, Life, love, People, Personal, poems, poetry, Relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 22, 2012 by aaron haynes-lewis

i just came across a picture that reminded me of “back in the day”. a time when three little boys-black, puerto rican and dominican-were inseparable. not a gang or hoodlums. brothers. or hermanos.
a time when friendships weren’t just about facebook and getting linkedin. a time when being from “the neighborhood” meant something positive. we took care of each other. i miss that.

i miss the fried pork chops and potatoes stuffed with beef
victor’s mom used to cook
i miss the crush I had on victor’s sister Joanna
he never knew about that
i miss sharing frozen red kool-aid with crooked popsicle sticks
i miss chico sticks and funyuns
i miss $.25 hugs and fried bologna sandwiches
only $1.25 plus tax
i miss playing stickball in the street until we couldn’t see the ball
or playing “catch-a-girl-freak-a-girl”
our version of hide-and-seek
i never caught Joanna
i miss doing backflips on old mattresses and break dancing on cardboard
we were terrible
i miss block parties and music
we used to call it hip-hop salsa
those were the days
i miss playing miss pacman on that busted black and white tv
we couldn’t even see the top of the screen
i miss stonewashed jeans
and basement haircuts
only $5.oo, $6.00 if you wanted a part
more importantly, i miss my boys
we never let money, culture or race define us
only bind us
so this is for my boys
and like victor used to say
“para aquellos que viven en mi barrio”

news

Posted in All, General, Government, Life, News, People, Personal, poems, poetry, Politics, Religion, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2011 by aaron haynes-lewis

i sit staring blankly at the screen
unfamiliar places
people without names
yet news of their deaths move me
some in the name of religion
others in the name of
freedom and
democracy
tanks crush dreams
bullets shatter lives
hate divides man and
faith is lost in suffering
innocent blood is shed on the streets
the blood of men, women and children is shed on the streets
a mother mourns her son
the people mourn a nation
martyrs are celebrated and
governments are condemned
how many more must die
in the name of religion, freedom and democracy

when will the killing stop?

love is a four-letter word

Posted in General, Life, love, People, Personal, Relationships with tags , , , , , on September 19, 2010 by aaron haynes-lewis

love is a four-letter word that means,

if i had to chose between you and monday night football, i would chose you – every other monday

love is a four-letter word that means,

you + me = we, as in us, together

love is a four-letter word that means,

every second of everyday my thoughts are consumed by you

how our kids would look or how beautiful you would be in that wedding dress

love is a four-letter word that means,

no matter how grey your hair gets or how much weight you gain from your favorite cookies, I’m not going anywhere

love is a four-letter word that means,

je t’aime de tout mon coeur or

“i love you with all my heart” in french (yes, i speak more than one language)

love is a four-letter word that means,

la vida no significa nada sin ti or

“life means nothing without you” in spanish, i think, google translator

love is you and me, together, forever

life in General.

Posted in General, Life, Personal, Uncategorized with tags , , , on September 9, 2010 by aaron haynes-lewis

In recent weeks, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about life in general. I’ve spent the latter half of thirty-something years “floating” through life, making decisions based on emotion and impulse rather than reason and commonsense. I refused to fall-in-line or conform to the blueprint society has prefabricated for us.  I guess you could say I chose the “red pill” instead of the “blue pill” (The Matrix). Meaning, I decided to live more of a free-spirited life, one with few boundaries and/or limitations.

While fun and exciting, this type of nomadic existence doesn’t allow one to settle long enough to “dig-in” and establish roots. Roots that would one day grow into something tangible or real. Something that makes sense.

Some may say that life is all about living to the fullest and learning by trial and error (experimentation). To some extent, I agree. However, when does the time come for one to “lay/hang his (or her) hat”? When does everything we do in life began to come together and make sense? Is the blueprint I mentioned above the key to understanding the complexities of life? Is religion the answer? Philosophy? Dr. Phil? Is life supposed to make sense?

IS LIFE SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE? That’s the  million dollar question.  I’m beginning to believe that life is an infinite cycle of beginnings and endings (it is, but I’m relating it more to what goes on in my life–i.e. end one relationship, begin another/end one job,begin another/etc.), which means I will never fully understand what life is all about until I get to the “upper room”. This revelation, of sorts, has made me question everything. Should I settle down, have kids, go back to school, keep my job, start a business, etc.

Maybe I’m at the cusp of a midlife crisis. Who knows. All I know is that I’m tired of chasing my tail.