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This Blog is a description of my life as it happened, as it's happening, and as it's going to happen along with some of my poems.

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Protect and serve?

Posted on August 9, 2015 at 5:40 PM Comments comments (0)
Code this! Code that! Danger all through our neighborhood. I ask again, where you at? We need you to be proactive! If you had enough you could. At least thanks for being reactive. To our pain. I look to you, but, what can be said? Who will gain? With less of you n blue

MARY,MARY

Posted on February 14, 2011 at 6:29 PM Comments comments (0)

Mary, Mary did you know her?

Born of a saint!

Love, Joy, Peace, patience,

living life with every trait.

Kindness, goodness,gentleness, self-control,faithfulness.

Always a kind word.

the voice of innocence

Mary, Mary,

did you know?

All the things we could say,

now we cannot,

in our fathers arm you lay.

missing you to early in my life!

my heart feels like it's stabbed with a knife.

Mary, Mary,

did you know?

that we all loved you so.

FRIENDS

Posted on April 5, 2010 at 3:43 AM Comments comments (0)

When you're a friend,

good, or bad.

Separation does not bring

the end.

Even though it

can make anyone a little sad,

not knowing you will see them

again.

Separation does not bring

the end.

Friendships last beyond the bounds

of time and space.

A friend will always

reach out to you,

seeking that familiar face.

Recognizing that lonely place,

that we're sometimes in.

Thank you!

For being my friend.

So do not cry

my dear friends,

we must speak saying hi,

not bye!

Separation does not bring the

end.

BROKEN PIECES

Posted on March 18, 2010 at 2:10 AM Comments comments (0)

BROKEN PIECES

I THINK THAT I AM NOT GOOD, AT ANYTHING.

BECAUSE,

I AM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING, BECAUSE I THINK SO.

I RECEIVE SOME THOUGHTS, SOMETIMES.

I LOSE SOME THOUGHTS MANY OF THOSE TIMES.

THE ONES I DON'T,

THESE MAKE IT TO PAPER,

STAINED WITH INK.

MY GOD I HOPE I DON'T STINK!!

MY PAST HAS HARMED MY FUTURE..

THE OATS SOWED

THEY HAVE TAKEN THEIR TOLL.

TEN YEARS

CLEAN...SOBER

CLEARLY THINKING, PARALIZING FEELINGS.

MEMORIES, SO FEW.

BROKEN PIECES!

FILLED IN BY FRIENDS,

FROM ALONG THE WAY

I THINK THAT I AM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING.

BECAUSE,

I AM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING

BECAUSE I THINK SO.

SLIVERS OF HOPE DASHED ON THE JAGGED

PIECES OF MEMORY AND REFLECTIONS

I LOOK AT YOU,

YOUR NAME? HMMM.....YOUR NAME?

HELLO.

THAT FACE, THAT FACE, I KNOW THAT FACE!

OK, I'M SORRY, WHAT'S YOUR NAME AGAIN?

AGAIN.

BROKEN PIECES FILLED IN BY FRIENDS

FROM ALONG THE WAY.

PAIN

Posted on March 2, 2010 at 12:30 AM Comments comments (3)

PAIN

DO YOU SEE IT?

LOOKING AT MY FACE, DEEP WITHIN MY EYES,

CAN YOU NOTICE IT?

MY DEMEANOR, MY HESITATION.

ALONG WITH DEEP,DARK SILENCE

THAT GRAB AND RESTRAINS.

MIND NUMBING THOUGHT PROVOKING FEELINGS.

TEARS.

HELD BY STRENGTHS CHIPPED AWAY.

RESOLVE EBBING BELOW MEASURE FLOWING FREELY

YEARS, YEARS YEARS.

DO YOU SEE IT?

LOOKING AT MY FACE DEEP WITHIN MY EYES,

CAN YOU NOTICE IT?

SHORTNESS OF BREATH GRASPING, GASPING.

HEART BEATS

AIR NOT THERE.

COMING FROM EVERY DIRECTION RESTRAINING,

CONTAINING MOVEMENTS.

DO YOU SEE IT?

PAIN.

SELF

Posted on February 27, 2010 at 3:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The most dangerous entity in creation is self.

Self will

if you let him devastate everything

yu have invested in, commited to.

Self will

can make you poor, let you down,

when you need him most.

Tell you that this is right,

when it is wrong.

It's ok to boast, not to worry

be strong.

do not lean on glory!  Just believe in me.

Self will,

the most dangerous entity in creation is 

Self. 

My love for you

Posted on February 24, 2010 at 12:44 AM Comments comments (2)

My love for you

will forever grow.

No matter what you do.

You stumble, you fall,

I whisper get up

do not walk with the flow.

With you always I will be.

My love for you

will forever grow.

You go left,

you go right.

My voice will show

with you always I will be.

No matter what you do.

My love for you.

Shout (for my ancestors and for Richard)

Posted on February 22, 2010 at 11:59 PM Comments comments (2)

There's just a few things, I want to let out.

The things I have on my mind that makes me shout.

I ought to remember to be kind, How could I?

Why should I?!Where should I start?

you must watch out, you just might cry,

what I say might break your heart.

Can I Shout?

The way you act toward your brothers, your sisters.

as you listen, as you pay attention.

Drinkin, drugin, stealin, killin,

Ohhh! what a bore!!

The way you act toward you brotha, your sista.

No one else, just one ano'tha

disgracing our fathers, even shaming our mothers,

you do it to our sisters and brothers,

no one else, just one another.

You run around mad at the world,

holding back the ones you should love.

screaming I'm just a squirrel, trying to get a...!

not at all looking above.

Bars With No Metal

Posted on February 22, 2010 at 11:08 AM Comments comments (1)

Bars With No metal!

Loner!

That's what is said about me.

sometimes in.

sometimes out.

Pacing the halls of my mind,

stuck where no one else can come.

Where no one else can find.

Thinking to myself,

BEHIND BARS WITH NO METAL!

Tryin NOT to listen! Not knowing or believing

my actions results in fear,

they say.

I see their reactions, perplexed,

even sad.

Very sorry that it makes them confused,

even mad.

Looking out through....................

BARS WITH NO METAL!

at splendorous liberty so far yet so...........................near?

Familiar slits of brilliance that enters from

youthful periods from time gone.......................by?

My world is right to me, very real.

why disclose to me that feeling

is a condition?

I have to feel?

Why?

telling me that something is wrong.

Alone!

BEHIND BARS WITH NO METAL!

Locked in my universe with just my perceptions.

talked to about conditions,

telling me, my past is my past,

that my future, is my futrue.

I tend to understand.

But still..........................

Stuck!!!

BEHIND BARS WITH NO METAL...........

FROM THE PSYCHE OF DCW

My Home Town

Posted on February 21, 2010 at 10:21 PM Comments comments (1)

I was born in Mississippi, in the county of Tunica in the town of tunica. On my grandfather's farm. I was delivered by a mid-wife and named after Dennis Weaver,  we lived in a wood house with 2 bedrooms, kitchen and no bathroom (we used an outhouse) the home housed 11 people until me and my sister came to Chicago in 1963.  Every summer after we moved to chicago we went back to Tunica, to my grandfather's farm, those are the summers that I chopped and picked cotton, also hoed corn( chopped the weed from the corn fields).  We lived right of the new  Highway  61 Between the old Highway 61 Which was what we called the Blacktop, ( because it was made of blacktop instead of cement like the new highway) That's the road that the rolling stores ran on, they were those four wheel panel trucks Modified to sell food mostly junk food items,like penny candy and cookies, they sold much more but that was all we could scrounge up at the time,they came by every other day expecially on payday.  There was two that ran, one was owned by a Black man named Sam,  the other was own by a White man named  Jack.  Both treated us pretty good being the deep south if you know what I mean Hard time back then, they still call my Grandfather BOY, and he had to say yas suh but the way it sounded it was just like say yas suh masah, but that's my take on it now, then it was just the way we lived.  My Grandmother she was and still is a fiesty proud loving black woman she loved to plant flowers and had a vegetable garden that would have been on that show Victory Garden, That's on TV.  She Had Okra, Watermelon, Cantaloupe, Corn, Greens of all kind, Tomato, and many others.  We was pretty much self sufficient  in the veggie catagory.  I like to believe it's where I got my green thumb from ( I plant a Garden every spring)  We all lived our lives pretty much carefree when I was down there, also when I visited every summer, by the way when we visited we stayed the whole summer.  We had some great toys, Big metal barrels where we played walk the barrel by standing on top of the barrel when it is on its side and keeping our balance we rolled it down the road, ( imagine a logger or lumberjack walking on log in a river).  Old car tires that we raced each other down the road, the winner would win bragging rights until the next race.  One time I was walking on a barrel by the front porch and as I turned around a bat was heading right for my head, ( I almost broke my neck trying to get into the house) I thought the bat was trying to bite my neck, had a few dreams after that encounter!  It was at dusk so the bats were out in force I believe, so I kinda know that it was not after me.  I was just in it's flight path.  We had other Family and friends that live in Tunica also, our closest neighbor was about a half a mile or more from our house, the closest one was arcosss the highway I remember the name minnie mae, she and her family live in a house I remember going over to visit but not much.  The next house the was close was over on the blacktop old highway 61 they lived by a church and graveyard ( I have some ghost stories about the old place).Momma and my aunt Coon is buried there, along with some other family members I will have to verify that with my Mother and or Grandmother   TO BE CONTINUED.


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