Wednesday, July 27, 2011

"O" isfor Othello

Jenny Matlock
Othello was a mighty fine fellow
who graced one of Billy Shakes plays
Although being a mighty fine fellow
he was quite controversial for back in the day

For Othello was a moor and not the royal rich white man
 who usually graced the queens stage
So both he and William Shakespeare were characters
quite ahead of their own age

How dare poor Billy write a black man
as the lead of one of his plays
For only the rich powerful and white man
 ever did act way back in his day

I'm sure old William and I
would have got along quite well
Oh, for I can only imagine
the stories we'd tell

Of how just to mess with the crown
and all the royal family
he would write characters for
women and minorities

Oh how we would laugh
at the preposterous of it all
How many rich white men would dress
in drag just to fill a hall

Whether he knew or not how his
plays would still affect
the way the world works
and its very dialect

I'm sure Billy Shakes
is laughing in his grave
at the jokes he played
when he wrote his plays 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

"N" is for never

Jenny Matlock
Today's word is never, actually the little word is probably most clever
because although we all use it constantly, Its existence relys on its inconsistency.
I used to say that I'd NEVER have kids
now I'm proud father to all three
I used to say true love was NEVER meant for me
but then I reunited with Melanie
I used to think I'd NEVER get sick
but now I'm cancer-free
I used to think a real job is NEVER going to be
now I tattoo daily, and happily
So now I say NEVER with a sly wink
because the future is NEVER what we think
for the only constant NEVER is NEVER ever going to happen
just when we think we have HIS plan figured, it changes and he starts laughing.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

"M" is for Melanie

Jenny Matlock

Holy crap!! The day is finally here!!
The day I get to write about the person I hold most dear.
This won't be random word choice or clever turns of a phrase
for she brings peace into my nights and brightens all of my days.
I'd like to run the gambit of old sayings and overused cliches
but realize so many songs convey exactly what i want to say
So indulge me my own private word game
as I list songs that remind me of her by name.

M- my girl
E- every breath you take
L- love you I do
A- always and forever
N- never could say goodbye
I- I'll be loving you forever
E- every little thing you do is magic

These songs can speak to me on so many levels
both body and soul
I hope to write one day with the same intended goal
that you read the words from the man who loves you completely
and that you realize that not only did you save me, you complete me
I LOVE YOU.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

"L" is for Loyalty

Jenny Matlock

This poem is dedicated first and foremost to God, whose faith in me never wavered even when mine in him my have. Also to the health care professionals who do a phenomenal job, even with a stubborn crabby patient like me.Finally it goes out to my family and friends (my chosen family) whose loyalty to me never faltered and are the reason I'll keep swinging to keep "the monster" back. The leukemia is in remission because WE beat it into it, I could have NEVER done this alone and I love and thank you ALL for it.
Now onto the poem, hope you like it....

Whether you're new to my life
or have been here from the beginning
I thank you all for the loyalty you showed
for helping me in the fight and winning

You are the reason I kept my head down
and kept right on swinging
To keep me from giving up
or hear the death noll ringing

I should have died a hundred times
and left the world and family behind
but you never let me quit or lie down and give in
you gave me the the reason to stand up and fight and keep on living

your love and prayers continue to amaze me
and lift me up
and your very visage was enough
to keep me from giving up

Your unabashed loyalty to me
is really quite outstanding
thank you for standing with me
as my body and soul took a pounding

WE beat this monster
as my faith said we would
and I can't thank you enough
for doing all you could

whether blood related
or chosen friends
I won't forget a one of you
until at last my eventual end

You have renewed in me
a new look at life
and my smile is back
even through everyday strife

I say thank you thank you thank you
to God, the doctors, family and friends both old and new
for putting petty shit behind
and helping this scattered soul get through

I am grateful and amazed
at the loyalty
that you all showed
a poor schmuck like me.

THANK YOU and  I LOVE YOU ALL.

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Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Art, the art

As parts connect and the buzzing starts
it sends thrills of electricity straight to my heart
As the piercing comes and the teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

As I escape into the daily rhythmic ritual
I wonder how I ever let it get so hatefully habitual
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

As out the storefront life slowly creeps on by
think "I'm to cool for school and I'm way to fly"
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

It never shows emotion not an ounce of a care
leaving loved ones in its wake unwilling to share
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always comes first

I try to tell myself to move on take control of my life
but it's will is to strong and I can't handle the strife
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

It used to be good as a part of what makes me, me
but now it's drunk on power and makes up the majority
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

The art is not literal or what you might think
it's the art of hiding my true self and quelling my stink
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first

So consider this my admittance and heartfelt apology
I'm sorry I've let the art take over am no longer me
never caring who it hurts or how many teardrops burst
the art the art will always come first