My grandfather used to carry me when I was a kid, and in his tough and rough hands, there always stood, a bright golden ring. A peculiar man he has always been, the conservative type of man that you no longer see. He used to wake up, before the sun even did, and before anybody could yawn he was already gone. The mornings were a time of sanctity for him. He took his books for a date, alongside coffee and bread. His afternoons were a time to get things done, from drawing the most amazing blueprints, to tightening the nuts and bolts of his craftsmen work. The nights were a time for him to get rest, sitting on his sofa or on his bed, eating popcorn or M&M's, he saw every movie ever filmed, from spy stories to western tales. And in the days or at nights, on tragedies and good times, there always was, that bright golden ring. He has never been the type of affectionate guy, my mother says that it is because he was born on a different time. He has never been used to say the “three word phrase”, except to his wife. My grandmother, who rests in peace, was the most incredible gal. He misses her. It is pretty easy to notice that. I believe that maybe inside of him, he regrets some things he didn’t do when she was alive. But I remember some of the last hugs they gave each other, those type of hugs that you want to last forever, the type of hugs you wish that will never go away, the type of hugs my grandfather knows he should have given to her all his life. And in those goodbye hugs I saw him give, there always stood that bright golden ring. My grandfather used to carry me as a kid, and in his tough rough hands, there always stood his bright golden ring. Times have changed and so have I, and the roles we played have turned around. His hands aren’t rough or tough anymore, you can see in his palms that he has become old. I carry my grandfather when he’s feeling weak, and with my young and strong hands I take him where he needs, and if you look closely, on one of my finger you’ll see, that bright golden ring that my grandfather has passed on to me.
September.13.1998
Dedicated to Derrick Mann
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
When you came into my life that day
I was curious to know
I had to leave but wanted to really stay
I wonder what God wanted to show
Maybe he wanted me to give love another try
Not to be afraid of a broken heart
Maybe this time will be a happy cry
Knowing nothing will tare me apart
To hold someone special again
To share the tears
Knowing I found a trusting friend
Behind leaving the fears
Hopeing we spend the future together
Whatever it may bring
Always promise our friendship is forever
If we fight lets not make it a big thing
And always protect eachother
And hopefully one day I'll wear your ring
Copyright
The Chinese herbs
of Hu Yi Ping
... with new
shakti they sing
within cells
new bells ring
as they
miraculous
healing
bring
-saiom shriver-
Footnote:
Not far from Bethesda's NIH, stained with
the blood of innocent animals, beholden to
internationa drug companies, fixed in lies
is a bright path of healing
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Other healing methods... ayurvedic medicine, acupuncture, Reiki, chelation, juicing and vegan diet, yoga, conscious release of the past with forgiveness, feeling energy move in every point of the body, magnets, vitamin C intravenous drips etc.
People told me that you're finally out there, dating.
I smiled and said, "Yes I know, but you're still wearing our ring!"
See, they're always intrigued by our unconventional 'highs and lows'
But the 'why and the how' we ended like this, they'll never know.
Scars and wounds, I would proudly bear remembering
How I remain true to what was written in that ring.
The fears that I've conquered- for a moment with you.
Beyond words, you've seen what this happy heart can do.
So....people told me that you were out late and dating.
They were puzzled as I gave them my cheekiest grin,
Cause after all that you've said and done I've seen...
That you're still wearing our ring.
i love my self cuz lovein life aint as fun -- i had enough so im sayin that im done -- but i'll marry her jus to get it over with -- & jus to say i had the the balls to hit da shit ; cuz we all kno life aint no pretty bitch -- so wen lifes takes a dump on me i smoke da green shit -- later on im sueing life -- cuz we both kno she aint worth da hyped -- sueing her for emotional distress -- cuz jus like every other girl i poped her cherry tree & left -- but i still wear her ring on my middle finger -- cuz every now & then i like to fuck with her -- aint ashamed to say i almost fell in love -- but wen it came close i washed her off like dat dove -- but i aint never fly away -- ur boy stay bacc to eat another day -- but dis time around i come bacc as prey -- to eat life up -- with some soda n sum lays -- cuz dat bitch is fucckn fat -- n no stress in mind -- i take life on da road -- life is my snack & i eat on da go
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