Even the itsy bitsy spider
Found himself tired and uninspired
Climbing up that water-spout
Just to be washed back out
He gave it a lot of thought
Before deciding to take off
For an environment that inspires
To feel a life full of blissful desire
It was on a warm spring day
He set out and made his way
To a Meyers Lemon Saloon
Checked himself into a bloom
Spun a deceitful web of doom
Luring all his lovelies with perfume
The ominous clouds were swirling anâ whirling
As we set out on this cold, dark dreary morning
Winds howled out a treacherous warning
All elements of nature urging us not to go
Whether it was stubbornness that showed
Our routine wouldnât simply fold against the cold
About halfway through we really knew
The forecasts and signs were about to come true
But we pushed forward because we had to
Slow and random fat drops went splat
We picked up the pace and doubled back
A mile away from home the rain came down fast
You can lead the way, but you canât stop the rain
And thatâs okay cause we found our hearts singing today
Even when youâre the subject of quarry
Thereâs always two sides of a story
Found deep in the canyon of thoughts
Where you become disoriented and lost
Adrenaline flows; lashing out in spite
Fight or flight; from morning to night
Two wrongs make it right; a logical fallacy
Resulting in madness from the certainty
A rockslide of emotion caused by failure
Gives way to a notion belonging to nature
Taking its course thru silent destruction
Alienation serves as soul survival function
The luck youâve got, know itâs not for naught
Between the sun & moon you find yourself caught
Forlorn is the spirit that does not have a home
Within a beating heart of another to call its own
Seeking permanent shelter the weary soul roams
Through emotional turmoil heightened by alone
Personal endeavors that drive strangers together
Divine powers intercede to raise an eternal dynasty
Creating strong family bonds that endure forever
Values and traditions bestowed upon a living legacy
Extending ourselves to others exchanging needs
Surrounded by people with intellectual variety
Gatherings in communities by those who believe
In forming distinct units within larger society
Wealthy are the hearts with cultural immunity
Held together by rich diversityâs home of beauty
(c) Kelly Lewis 2015
This was written for The Neighborhood as part of a competition show that I featured in last night with eight other nominees. If you enjoyed this piece please go to A star is born – solo performances to see the other performers. I appreciate your readership and support!
I will always reach out for you
When I’m either happy or sad
Because you see me through
Though I know I drive you mad
Pull me close and hug me tight
Wrap your arms around me right
Hold on to assuage all my cares
Feel the real moments we share
Whisked away to secluded Eden
The sacred strength of my knight
Doesn’t need rhymes or reason
My well-being is his life’s plight
Protecting against the seasons
He’s never defeated in loves fight
Ripped apart at the seams
Waking up to terrors screams
A new day of possibilities
Waiting to create realities
There is always a paid price
In the unforeseen sacrifices
Handed out despite our faith
Written upon destinies fate
Life’s battles and deeper scars
Show us the depth and how far
We have come in a brutal fight
Determined to remain alive
Standing at the very brink
Think, it’ll be gone in a blink
It was an honor to be invited to The Neighborhood’s stage to participate in an exciting anthology on Leadership & Authority. I rendered this poetic piece for the multi-edition performance. Please visit & follow the Public Bloggers page, drop your thoughts in the comment box, and catch the replays of the prior shows, and then sit back to see the rest of the story unfold. Thanks!
