Of My Daddy...

He, gave himself freely to the idea of marriage and family
When I was known to exist. And on rare occasions his eyes
Tell of his storied past and how different his life now is
From what he had imagined it being.
As his eyes refocus, Removing from his trance,
A glimmer of hope shines from his soul.
His eyes meet mine and he begins to ramble on about me being his heir
And I cannot sit still. They burn into me like sunlight through
Ice cubes and I melt into his hands, Taking careful note
Of his wise saws, praying that I will one day be as wise as he.

He, is the reason I'm watching every time the Windies lose!
Each time they don their whites and proceed to soil a history
Of years of cricketing dominance with lack luster fielding
And mediocre batting efforts, I can't miss a ball!
I watch with eager anticipation of the day they'll turn it around,
And I only do this because it was one of the few things
That we did together.

He, taught me how to respect the ground; the earth;
How to till and plough and weed and prepare for sowing.
He taught me how to plant tomato plants,
Far enough apart so that they don't inter-twine and how to
Prop them up with sticks so that their trunks wouldn't break
As the fruits become too heavy for them to carry on their own.
And although I got upset every Sunday morning in that garden,
I have learned, because of him, how to survive.

He, taught me, by his example, how to truly love a woman,
When he allowed my mother to follow her life-long dream, at 35!
And I never understood it then; I came to resent him for it,
Till I realized the dedication and boldness it took.
This quiet, unassuming man is a giant in my eyes!

He, once bought me a T-shirt that read,
"Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special
to be a Daddy!" I never quite knew what that meant!

-HalfCrazy

Who's Gonna Save My Soul Now-Gnarles Barkley

I wrote about this video before but I never posted it! I think it should be there for reference...and maybe even more so now than ever. It feels familiar, for some reason!

Today's Thought Of The Day: The Pen, Stabs Stronger Than A Two-Edged Sword, Is More Lethal Than A Stab Wound And Hits Harder Than Hollow Point!!!---Elias "HalfCrazy" Dupuis

Waitukubuli

Wrote this piece about my country. It's better on the page than when i recite it!!!...LOL

Waitukubuli, "Tall is her body"!
She seems a strong woman standing stately
Facing west; Looking to the past for a vision of her future.
Drawing from the sun's last rays as they dim and dip in the distance,
The hope of tomorrow's untapped potential.
An independent woman, broad waist-ed and fertile,
Fat and fabulous; having borne much fruit of her womb.

She commands wonder as the world takes notice of her grandeur,
Her hidden gems and precious wonders buried between rolling hills,
In the shadows of mountains, in wooded dells and glens.
Sheer amazement lurks in every nook, cranny and crevice.
Waterfalls that descend from steepling heights,
Appear as falling crystals do, beads of glass that curtain the bare rock faces beneath.

She is an eco-paradise, teeming with life.
Her lush, serene forests remain untouched and unspoiled.
Bright, yellow sunshine kisses her face each day and her seemingly
Innumerable springs are well watered; giving life to 365 rivers.
Her children eat from her pot of flora and fauna,
Seasoned with an array the region's most exquisite spices.
They stay happy, for she feeds them well; And those who bite her hand,
She swiftly punishes.

She was lucky enough to have been placed in the middle
Of a melting-pot of live culture; sandwiched between islands
That share her passions and languages.
A cauldron of blended colors, sounds and lifestyles.
She is home of the last remaining indigenous Kalinago people,
Who remain a symbol of her will to persevere amid opposition.

Her scars and wrinkles have afforded her a wisdom well beyond her 30 years.
For in them lie tales of wars waged in her waters and on her shores.
Her true beauty lies in the green,
Having replaced the red; The blood that was shed over her loyalties.
Her resolve is steadfast and though storms come each year,
She is never shaken. The proof is in her story!


-HalfCrazy
© Elias O. Dupuis