poetry

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Saturday, December 26th, 2009
by Tony

I don’t know what to do with you.
You’re never there when I call and you act like you can’t call anybody back.
Showing up a day late, a dollar short, acting as if you did no wrong.
You promised to be my rock, my port in the storm, but constantly heeding to the beckon calls of other people.
Left behind I had to do without you, but I kept my head above the water and I did what I could to survive.
You may not like the choices I had to make, or looked at my past with slight contempt. You were suppose to be there and be at my side but you weren’t.
I’ve loved you for so long and I’ve never been sure if you truly loved me back.
I’ve heard the pretty words, the hope and the promises but I know that they’ve been told to others.
And yeah, I know about the others. I’ve known for some time, the love, affection and devotion they flaunt is a little hard to not notice, but I loved you and let it slide.
I loved you for so long and I’ve never been sure if you truly loved me back…
I wonder if other people sit and ponder “Does God love me?”

That Baby Blue & Gold

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007
by Tony

I am back home. I enjoy seeing the Phamily, despite all the drama involved with getting to South Carolina. On the way back, I thought about the growth of my organization and how truly beautiful it is. And somewhere between Asheville NC and Louisville KY I wrote this:

A man of esteem and class is what I chose to uphold
With the strength and the courage of that baby blue and gold

I walk the path and cross the sands that others have tried
Following my calling, surpassing the fallen, lost to the wayside

Nothing can stop my journey, I will see this unfold
For the prize I seek is certain, that baby blue and gold

Even when I am weary and about to fall to my knees
Apollo’s grace will keep on going for this I believe

With my cane in my hand, to steady my step that was not easily strolled
I have made the glorious journey to the land of that baby blue and gold 

This is for all my brothers, active, inactive, those who are no longer with us and those who have yet to join us.