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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

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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”

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