tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62811818823813065192024-02-20T07:48:13.106-08:00Alfred SolisI try to live my life like my blood type...B+PositiveAlfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-7347805899419879522010-02-11T00:01:00.000-08:002010-02-11T00:29:38.853-08:00Star At The Gate<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My Big Brother Brotha lightin' up the dark</span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With a Pearly Gate smile.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Soul Train lines form to greet him</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ancestry longer than the Nile.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Convention of Angels fill the sky above the crowds</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To pose with the Father's Son.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Flashing Stars take pictures to capture memories</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">That could never be undone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">His Loving Heart has never stopped</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We just can't hear it pumpin'.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cuz if you're quiet, hear Heaven's Afterparty</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Where Konji's Heart is BUMPIN'!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">- aL 02/07/2010 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">RIP Konji Harrison</span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-40062154228994248102008-01-06T00:39:00.000-08:002008-06-22T16:07:50.427-07:00I Don't Know<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I don't like to see or hear others cry especially on my behalf.<br /><br />I don't want to hear the laughter die for I fear the aftermath.<br /><br />I'm saying I'm okay, but I know something's wrong.<br /><br />I'm not hungry, I'm not sleepy, my sadness keeps me strong.<br /><br />I feel right in the head, but wronged in my heart.<br /><br />I want to purge the pain with loving tears, but I Don't Know how to start.<br /><br />- aL 01/06/08</span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-14302488061324008922007-02-17T00:45:00.001-08:002007-02-17T00:45:45.496-08:00Every September 11th<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#333333;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Every horror horrified<br />Every minute miniaturized<br /><br />Every terror terrorized<br />Every reality realized<br /><br />Every person personalized<br />Every family familiarized<br /><br />Every peril paralyzed<br />Every memory memorized<br /><br />But every remembrance reminds...<br /><br />Every journey journeyed<br />Every flight flown<br />Every sail sailed<br />Every shine shown<br /><br />Every run ran<br />Every road ridden<br />Every stand stood<br />Every drive driven<br /><br />Every sight seen<br />Every smell smelt<br />Every taste tasted<br />Every feeling felt<br /><br />...is TRULY a blessing to bless.<br /><br />- aL 09/25/01</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-24869937749527437072007-02-17T00:44:00.002-08:002007-02-17T00:45:05.642-08:00To Those<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Wind-milled giants beckon,<br />Ferry travellers reckon,<br />Hedonistic secrets of shory white inventions.<br /><br />The loud mediterranean sun burns,<br />The whispering Meltemi wind churns,<br />Telling tales untold to those that turn.<br /><br />Buzzing buzzers,<br />Cackling cacklers,<br />Herding herds,<br />Revealing unmarked paths to those that beset the long billed bird.<br /><br />The stewing lamb,<br />The dry mouthing sea,<br />The scent of settling dust,<br />Giving hidden hints to those made mystery by midday musky musk.<br /><br />The baking pebble sand,<br />The lukewarm liquid blue,<br />The feel of silvery showy show,<br />Entrusting experienced feelings felt to those and Me-To-Know.<br /><br />- aL Mykonos, Greece 09/09/01</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-52263799062211011882007-02-17T00:44:00.001-08:002007-02-17T00:44:22.547-08:00Clear Moment<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Oceans of Hope<br />Captured limits below a line<br /><br />Mystifying dreams escaping across the divide<br />From mirrored sky to sky<br /><br />Still white deliverers<br />Rolling towards peaks of peaks<br /><br />To trickle teary promises<br />Through rocky passageways<br /><br />Joining waterfalls of joy, rapids of happiness<br />And streams of laughter<br /><br />To purified containment<br />Resting upon full lips of enjoyment<br /><br />Quenching both our desires<br />With an eternal Sip in time.<br /><br />- aL 1997</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-86918459650753650482007-02-17T00:43:00.001-08:002007-02-17T00:43:49.056-08:00Mind, Body & Solace<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">I strengthen my arms<br /> to catch you when you're falling<br /> and to lift you to new heights.<br /><br />I strengthen my shoulders<br /> to soak up all your tears<br /> and for you to lean on late at night.<br /><br />I strengthen my back<br /> to relieve you of your burdens<br /> and to give you solid ground.<br /><br />I strengthen my chest<br /> to control this love I have in my heart<br /> that grows with every pound.<br /><br />For the way you make me feel<br /> when I have you on my mind<br /><br />Gives me the ability and the confidence<br /> that I once could never find.<br /><br />- aL 1997</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-47653369919450570332007-02-17T00:42:00.001-08:002007-02-17T00:42:32.531-08:00Swap Meet<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Collecting experiences to trade with my Regular.<br />She marvels at the junken treasures<br /> eyeballing the secondhand goods to bargain the price.<br /><br />"But the offers include special histories!" I cry.<br />She understands and pays plenty with smiles.<br /><br />When she is gone, my business is gone.<br />So I rush to Her booth<br /> to return cherished patronage with smiles of my own.<br /><br />- aL 1996</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-28855747035451005472007-02-17T00:37:00.001-08:002007-02-17T00:37:46.130-08:00In For Life<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size: 12px;">How can I forget a moment of bliss<br /> a moment of happiness<br /><br />My senses make no sense.<br />The love I had, past tense.<br /><br />Be deaf to the sounds...I regretfully hear.<br />Be blind to the signs...that are painfully clear.<br />Be numb to the feelings...my heart still holds dear.<br />Be dumb to a future...ever so so near.<br /><br />I once was a temple built by the purest of thought.<br />My architecture strong, resisting weather and rot.<br /><br />Then a Visitor of love went in and out of my door<br /> and cursed my most sacred structure forever more.<br /><br />My temple now a prison.<br />My drive no longer driven.<br /><br />The quest for spiritual clarity<br /> now a desperate search for sanity.<br /><br />For my mind will be waiting for the One with my key<br /> to unlock this lonely cell and set my soul free.<br /><br />- aL 1996</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-53582562012934530602007-02-17T00:36:00.001-08:002007-02-17T00:36:49.602-08:00Why It Hurt?<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size: 12px;">Daddy git hert sum time lass year.<br />Win Crismas com round less reson to cheer.<br /><br />Ownly one giff to gib to dadd'y two boys.<br />I sed let baby hab It, he nead a nu toy.<br /><br />Papa is still hurt when Christmas came around.<br />Only One gift expected, I don't make a sound.<br /><br />Papa gives it to Billy, just because was enough.<br />He knew I was stronger, he knew I was tough.<br /><br />Dad finally has money to buy us both gifts.<br />But he only buys a good One for Bill, he forgets I exist.<br /><br />That night before Christmas, I felt my heart ache.<br />I could have had something..but again, no reason to wake.<br /><br />- aL 1996</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-33878982384140563882007-02-17T00:34:00.000-08:002007-02-17T00:35:18.281-08:00Winning Losers<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></b></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size: 12px;">Everyone knows the truest of truths<br /> nice guys finish last and are destined to lose.<br /><br />They run a calm race at their happy pace<br /> not cutting of guys or starting a chase.<br /><br />They continue to run for they know what's at stake.<br />All dreaming a dream of Glorious fate.<br /><br />But they know with sincerity, they'll get there in time<br /> for that Someone to greet them when they're crossing that line.<br /><br />The final redemption after all the years they have trained<br /> for Someone to hold them and block out the pain.<br /><br />Not setting a record only One to impress<br /> just finishing the race would be their personal best.<br /><br />- aL 1996</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-81469737325449919922007-02-17T00:32:00.000-08:002007-02-17T00:33:55.950-08:00Me, Myself & Eyes<b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size: 12px;">At times the world is too much to bear.<br />The looky looky eyes that dare to stare.<br /><br />People thinking your thoughts, believing to know what's not.<br />Are they just jealous of something you've got?<br /><br />Can't I just smile a smile and laugh a laugh<br /> without someone wondering what I meant by that.<br /><br />Can't I just scream a scream and cry a cry<br /> without someone looking over their shoulder as they pass by.<br /><br />Can't I just live a life and die a death<br /> without someone judging me under their breath.<br /><br />Oh God give me the strength to keep this fight.<br />The whispers are loud and are testing my might.<br /><br />Strangers are watching and making up minds.<br />The rumors are harsh and are never kind.<br /><br />At times the world is too much to bear<br />I pretend I'm not bothered, but really...I care.<br /><br />- aL 1996</span></span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-66068519381229643292007-02-17T00:30:00.000-08:002007-02-17T00:41:35.978-08:00Free Cruise<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Bumper to bumper traffic<br /> imprisoning the body, freeing the mind.<br /><br />Time not to be so tragic<br /> but a moment to unwind.<br /><br />People honking people cursing<br /> as I enjoy my imagination.<br /><br />A headache they'll be nursing<br /> till they reach their destination.<br /><br />Once in motion never pleased<br /> overlooking life's pleasantries.<br /><br />So I kindly pull to the side<br />Life in the slow lane...what a ride!<br /><br />- aL 1996</span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281181882381306519.post-79780782448119594042007-02-17T00:25:00.000-08:002007-02-17T00:39:48.975-08:00Untitled<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Mother Nature can you help me<br /> I'm looking for a wave.<br /><br />One of beauty and of excellence<br /> a special one you've made.<br /><br />This is not just any sign<br /> for I've seen others' ups and downs.<br /><br />I knew they weren't the ones for me<br /> for certainly I'd drown.<br /><br />Squinting into the distance<br /> peaking over the Horizon's edge.<br /><br />If only the Sun could tell me what it sees<br /> before it went to bed.<br /><br />Always ready, getting weary<br /> a tear rolls down my cheek.<br /><br />My droplet searches the ocean<br /> to be with the Wave I seek.<br /><br />I will be part of It<br /> and It will be part of me.<br /><br />So when my tear comes back again<br /> truly happy I will be.<br /><br />- aL 1996</span>Alfred Solishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05350688415887323727noreply@blogger.com0