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Lemondays

i've come to love mondays.

well, no, let me not say that. i hate mondays. the start of a new week - the fact that the weekend seems sooo far away in the distant.

anywho. i do love mondays because of the monday night blues open mic and poetry and music series here in charleston. (i'll share a little secret with you...i may be hosting the show very very soon! but don't tell. it's not confirmed just yet)

so. i go to it tonight. and there's this wonderful family of musicians. they are very hippie-ish, which is cool with me, very peaceful. reminded me of an older version of one of my friends from chapel hill....gosh, i do miss that place...anyways. and this lady, of course i dont remember her name because i could not hear her, did her poetry and then this kid on guitar blue me away and i just had to meet him, and hopefully i'll have a little more direction on my own guitar pursuits.

so there's this black couple that comes in - you could tell intimidated by the older/white crowd tonight (i admit, i was a bit at first) but came in to get coffee, and sat near me. the woman asked me what this was about, asked me if i would be performing poetry, i confirmed, she talked her husband into staying. the set ran a little long, and i didn't get up there until 10:15. i did "the water's fine" which has become a favorite of the monday night blues crowd...and a new piece i wrote that night for my best friend preston (i'll post) and then a relationship piece called "My Adam" which parallels a relationship to that of adam & eve (duh) and yeh....then i asked for requests. some of my "topics" are love, societal, anecdotal, and then like nature/obeservation-esque pieces. they requested love. i flipped it. i decided to do sacrificial love. love of family. did a piece i wrote with my grandmother in mind. i miss her. i was thinking of her earlier, and my aunt and my high school best friend who are all buried here in charleston. in a poem, i wrote/had an epiphany that it's funny how God pulled me back here, how i find myself unknowingly flocking here where Gloria and aunt Olive and grandma Griffin are buried. the poem, Letters of consolation for the grieving is 4 parts. in the second part, it says "...i've come to charleston/where i forget you laid to rest/homing pidgeon/ i flock to where i feel most loved."

and i do feel loved here. in some strange way, i feel energies from everyone i miss (dead, alive, far away) in the people i meet here. one of the musicians just came up to me and asked if she could just hug me because she felt so attracted to my vibes/positive energy. I guess i'm learning to give off what is given.

sorry this post is so random. so are my thoughts right now.

school starts in a week and i'm petrified of new beginnings (again).

here's the poem:

We are compliments



We were born for each other -
destined for our life-lines to mee,
hash marks on God’s canvas.
(such divine are we are)
We mesh well.

Our limbs inter-lock easy
like they were made to embrace
the way we do, perpetually,
as friends
lovers distant to keep embers
burning past hours of
late-night conversations.

Our words fit together
as puzzle pieces, I step away
to view the bigger picture:
minds in unison, I find
lost thoughts ready upon
your lips –

Surely
our garden expands
beyond places we’ve traveled together.
The paths we walk are unbridled
labyrinths; endless probabilities.

Please
meet me at the zenith
as it is planned.

posted by De'La @ 8/15/2005 10:48:00 PM