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My Hero

max be well my hero such

tiny arms could break like

shattered glass bleeding they still wrap

around me from me my body you are

me my son weak scared hurting stronger than

anyone for me love

he gives me unconditionally except when he doesn’t almost the

obstinence of a child, do you know?

 

killing me upon life birth hard heart rate erratic no one understood

what is wrong with her think think think the nurse i love said

scars with me for a life a

lifetime too death do us part but who

 

Mommy, i love that beautiful coat you wear

you are so beautiful to me

it makes me feel good when i see you in it

reminds me of our trip to Yosemite

I gush at my little hero as i look down at

my beautiful coat stained heavy with

tears and snout probably it is just an

old ragged sweatshirt i wear when i

feel so cold sick sad hiding under the hood

he snuggles into me my warmth building in us

both each others heros

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Next to Great Grandfather’s Obit

McLaglen Star of Fox Film

“Victor McLaglen, the big he-man of motion pictures, has chased countless women through miles of film, but until he portrayed the role of John Rawson, the western mine owner of great wealth in “Annabelle’s Affairs,” the Fox comedy playing at the Fox Theatre today, he never got his woman.

McLaglen is co-featured with Jeanette MacDonald, beautiful and accomplished screen actress in this rollicking comedy, adapted from Clare Kummer’s stage play, so successfully produced as “Good Gracious Annabel” not very long ago.”

This column lays beside my great grandfather’s obituary in the ‘Grape’ Star, Sunday, July 12, 1931.

“Included in the cast, supporting the principals, are, some of the screens best known personalities, most prominent being Roland Young, William Collier, Sr.,Sam Hardy, Ruth Warren, Joyce Compton, Sally Blane, George Andre Beranger, credit for the adaptation and dialogue goes to Leon Gordon.

Also, a splendid booking of accidental features to close.

‘Smart Money’

Ribald at times, largely satirical and a touch of grimness, “Smart Money” comes to the Fox Theatre on Monday and Tuesday with Edward Robinson in the role of a Greek barber who rises from a petty crap shooter in a Chicago barber shop to heights of power and wealth only to fall to obsecurity due to his weakness for blondes.

James Cagney, seen recently in “The Public Enemy” shares honors with Robinson, “Smart Money” marks first first appearance of these two players in humorous parts and according to eastern reviewers they fare well with the lines and situations allotted to them.

Short subject listed on the program include second of the Bobby Jones series, “Chip Shots,” “Dance Hall Marge,” a comedy, and Paramount Newsreel.


Also piece entitled No Censorship at White House, WASHINGTON, July 11th, Suggestions that President Hoover is…”

just touch me

Jamaica? The Theory of Everything is Love, or Probability or Time.

 

What is the probability, he asks, upon the second chance. Our meeting was too brief, yet it encompassed all time, our history. In your eyes I saw everything, in us is all knowing, the creator from where we come and will go, the universe an iris. Once just a twinkle, now they walk and talk and continue our living.

The Theory of Everything is love, or is it sex he asks, smiling then throwing his head back laughing, joy.

Let’s research;) I say, I just need you to touch me please, I am saying you can do that again; catch me from falling. Be at my back before I know your need and find my hand always there for you searching. Come up from behind me, in this place where I am unsure,  just brush up to me a tiny finger, a shoulder to rest on. Breathe me in your words, in my mind I can feel them.

Everything is going to be okay, I said to my son, but the uncertain feeling is coming up through my spine from the gut. Tell me, my love, your words I needs to hear. How will it be okay, how will I find your hands holding me.

The problem is with Time, the equation of yours and mine. Is it Love plus Sex equals Life, but of course, tho the question is unclear. Life=Time? Love=Time? Life and love is in the end just hope. Death then equals light, or is it darkness I see in your eyes, a sadness I recognize? I find it most amazing the whole of life, Earth, Everything is seen in the eyes, black holes to another’s heart. We are all one body a universe, but I just want you, here beside me.

Laying in bed I don’t want to leave, move, eat or drink just you here with me. Reading the news, yours glasses sliding down your nose just below where smile wrinkles form when i kiss it, then your mouth. We laugh as the children come in screaming, crawling all over us. You scold with a warm embrace, a good morning ruffle, back out you go; let’s lock the door we say together with no words.

The problem is with Time, I keep coming back to it. We can swim around in our bubble, move all within our sphere gooey, but we cannot go back. Sideways works, I think it is the secret, the answer in the research. I’ll say it next time I see you, “What is the probability?” and you will look at me like the stranger I am, for we’ve forgotten. Then I will say I know you, I’m a time traveler you know me, looking into your eyes firm, your hold on me will soon be. You will just put both hands to my face, and tilt my head opposite to yours, bringing our lips together for the first kiss lasting, seeing, feeling forever in your eyes, in your words alone.

 

Or you can just pour me a glass of something really thoughtful and we can talk all sexy to each other, about the probability of it all, finding you again and again in my dreams.

 

“Jamaica?” I say looking deep into your eyes. Hoping for a smile, a smirk, something that tells me I am not totally insane. The voice in my head has got to be right about something, “Does that mean anything to you, Jamaica?” because Jamaican me crazy, I laugh to myself but really I am afraid of your answer. For I can’t keep going so deep inside my head without your help, your hand, your words telling me. More than just a singh, give me something real to know, words more direct, better yet your eyes on mine, touch me w some truth, you know too.