Archive for life

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

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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”

i am not a poet

Posted in General, Life, love, People, poems, poetry, Politics, Relationships, Religion, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 21, 2012 by aaron haynes-lewis

i never claimed to be a poet
i write strictly for therapy
because god knows
if i kept some of these feelings inside
i would lose my sanity
so, I write
a lot
mostly about life and love
lately, just life
because there’s too many people suffering around the world
to write about loving some shit
okay, maybe i’m overreacting
maybe I’m just overwhelmed by all the corruption
not love
oppression
not love
death
not love

a girl asked me
if color is only skin deep
how deep does hate go
aren’t we all god’s children
perplexed, i responded
“that’s real”
yet people remain condemned
based on ideologies, body parts and melanin

but, I am not a poet
i write strictly for therapy
mostly about life and love
lately, just life
a just life
where love is not just a word lost in suffering

cogs in a crooked system

Posted in All, General, Life, News, People, poems, poetry, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on August 9, 2011 by aaron haynes-lewis

wicked minds weave webs of deceit
nickel and diming the common man
so the rich and powerful can feast
masking their lies as standard business practice
schooling the new breed of MBA masterminds
on how to mislead and exploit the masses

what kind of world has the greed of man created
oblivious to god’s will
evil celebrated
mans’ value calculated using fica scores and net worth
brainwashed and conditioned to follow this elitist script from birth

there must be truth in money being the root of all evil
stronger than the family institution
choosing profit over people
becoming nothing more then cogs in a crooked system
morally bankrupt
slowly strangled by the bankers’ lynch-men

most of us oblivious to the real writing on the wall
forgetting that greed and ignorance caused the greatest civilizations to fall
breaking news!!!!
the earth shakes from more bombs and quakes
one caused by a quest for power
the other a lack in faith

tears fill craters becoming rivers of torment and pain
the common man screams for REVOLUTION!
the people rise for change
mood somber
the quiet before the storm

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?

happiness

Posted in General, Life, love, People, poems, poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , on December 20, 2010 by aaron haynes-lewis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

work hard, live little
acquire material things
things we equate with success, our piece of the american dream
a dream truly deferred, fictitious

yet we hunger for more
acting as passive participants
subdued by non-sense
racing to the top of a never ending mountain
no finish line in sight, continuous (cycle)

media bombardment, tel-li(e)- vision
constant reminders about what we don’t have or possess
position on the social scale
low, non-existent

reaching the end-point
choosing quality of life over material happiness
something tangible over insubstantial
figuring out the true meaning of life, existentialism

figuring out your true meaning of life
your true meaning of life
your meaning of life
your life, freedom

that’s the only way to be free
to be truly free
free to live
to love
and be
happy