u look at me
and smile when i smile
and believe I’m being a comedian
when I speak of
success,
but
Onedayimgonnabesomebody:
u’ll see
me
and will remember the time
when
I said
it would occur
& who will be the fool then?
looking down at me
patronizing me;
the arms folded
through your voluntary assumption of equality with myself
of whom you regard as inferior;
like the earth
I will slowly orbit beyond past around and back towards you
looming large.
you will blink
& be amazed
at what you see
&
will
wish
you treated me
better
By Alieux D Casey
02 July 2009
24 June 2009
The Unreality
“I sat, drinking vodka from a 24 oz glass, on the patio and I watched a baby drown."
"You did what?" Said a voice on the other end of the phone. “Why?”
“Because I couldn’t swim, and I heard that babies have no fear of drowning. I wanted to see if the baby could float. Don’t they move around in their mother's womb while they’re fetuses?”
“Who’s baby was it?”
“It was the neighbors' kid. They were desperate.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, they know I’m a recovering alcoholic. Well, I used to be. Was sober for 7 years, until they gave me a bottle of Russian Vodka. They left it on the kitchen table with a note, saying 'thanks for taking care of Julian for us at a seconds notice. We’ve left you this bottle. Enjoy!'”
“What happened to the baby?”
“Do you realize how much I love vodka? How much I missed it?”
“What happened to the baby? Did he or she survive? Please tell me you jumped in the water to save the baby!”
“I can’t swim.”
“So, the baby died?”
“That’s what I thought I saw, faced down in the pool a few minutes later, but I had fallen asleep. Or maybe I had passed out. I don’t remember, but it was night when I had awakened to the sound of a baby crying, and I got up. I had that this headache that was kicking my ass, and I staggered as I walked. I could hardly make it in the house.”
“What happened?”
“I carried the empty bottle with me inside the house and I went to the bedroom, and there the baby was, crying in his crib. I hadn’t let the baby drown after all. But it seemed so real. I went back out to the patio, because I recalled seeing a baby faced down in the pool earlier today.”
“You don’t remember, do you? You were a little boy at the time.”
“What are you saying?”
“ That’s what almost happened to you, when you were five months old. I was sitting, drinking vodka from a 24 oz glass, on the patio and I watched you almost drown. You mother had come out of the house at the time, with a tray of sandwiches for us. She saw you, she dropped the tray and she dove in the water to save you.”
“Why didn’t you save me?”
“Because I couldn’t swim. I still can't swim, and I heard that babies have no fear of drowning. I wanted to see if you could float. Don’t babies move around in their mother's womb while they’re fetuses?”
The end
"You did what?" Said a voice on the other end of the phone. “Why?”
“Because I couldn’t swim, and I heard that babies have no fear of drowning. I wanted to see if the baby could float. Don’t they move around in their mother's womb while they’re fetuses?”
“Who’s baby was it?”
“It was the neighbors' kid. They were desperate.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, they know I’m a recovering alcoholic. Well, I used to be. Was sober for 7 years, until they gave me a bottle of Russian Vodka. They left it on the kitchen table with a note, saying 'thanks for taking care of Julian for us at a seconds notice. We’ve left you this bottle. Enjoy!'”
“What happened to the baby?”
“Do you realize how much I love vodka? How much I missed it?”
“What happened to the baby? Did he or she survive? Please tell me you jumped in the water to save the baby!”
“I can’t swim.”
“So, the baby died?”
“That’s what I thought I saw, faced down in the pool a few minutes later, but I had fallen asleep. Or maybe I had passed out. I don’t remember, but it was night when I had awakened to the sound of a baby crying, and I got up. I had that this headache that was kicking my ass, and I staggered as I walked. I could hardly make it in the house.”
“What happened?”
“I carried the empty bottle with me inside the house and I went to the bedroom, and there the baby was, crying in his crib. I hadn’t let the baby drown after all. But it seemed so real. I went back out to the patio, because I recalled seeing a baby faced down in the pool earlier today.”
“You don’t remember, do you? You were a little boy at the time.”
“What are you saying?”
“ That’s what almost happened to you, when you were five months old. I was sitting, drinking vodka from a 24 oz glass, on the patio and I watched you almost drown. You mother had come out of the house at the time, with a tray of sandwiches for us. She saw you, she dropped the tray and she dove in the water to save you.”
“Why didn’t you save me?”
“Because I couldn’t swim. I still can't swim, and I heard that babies have no fear of drowning. I wanted to see if you could float. Don’t babies move around in their mother's womb while they’re fetuses?”
The end
04 June 2009
i am
more than a figment of
some 1's imagination. I am.
of some purpose in the life of some-
1, maybe that I have not yet met
if not to people that I know, or both.
I am. Aware of the importance of
spirituality over material obsession. I
am important to myself if not to anyone
else. I am. Not all things to all people,
but some things to some people and other
things to other people. No facades, please,
for I am. Who I am. What I am. I am
how I am for whatever reason only God
and my mother knows I am. Middle class.
I don't have a need for millions when there are millions
in need.
I am. No one can please everyone. Hated by
some
Loved by others.
I am different from what I was
yesterday and yesterday I was different from what I was
the day
before.
1 must strive to always improve 1's self.
I
am
ab-
stra
ct. com
ple
x. simple.
(mysterious). revealing.
weak
STRONG
ugly
handsome. Cold
Hot.
p o li ti c al.
noncommital.
tough.
i hurt.
there4,
i
am
some 1's imagination. I am.
of some purpose in the life of some-
1, maybe that I have not yet met
if not to people that I know, or both.
I am. Aware of the importance of
spirituality over material obsession. I
am important to myself if not to anyone
else. I am. Not all things to all people,
but some things to some people and other
things to other people. No facades, please,
for I am. Who I am. What I am. I am
how I am for whatever reason only God
and my mother knows I am. Middle class.
I don't have a need for millions when there are millions
in need.
I am. No one can please everyone. Hated by
some
Loved by others.
I am different from what I was
yesterday and yesterday I was different from what I was
the day
before.
1 must strive to always improve 1's self.
I
am
ab-
stra
ct. com
ple
x. simple.
(mysterious). revealing.
weak
STRONG
ugly
handsome. Cold
Hot.
p o li ti c al.
noncommital.
tough.
i hurt.
there4,
i
am
05 May 2009
Who's gonna save my soul?
I love this video. It says it all
This is a repost from a year ago today. Heartbreak is always relevant, it seems...
This is a repost from a year ago today. Heartbreak is always relevant, it seems...
28 April 2009
Hypocrite 3
Hurry!
get back in your Bible,
right behind Romans 15:2!
wipe that look of your face,
and stop gossiping about
who is dating who,
who is mad at who,
who needs to lose weight,
who needs to gain weight,
who doesn’t like who,
who might be gay,
who’s carrying who’s baby,
who’s lusting after the pastor,
who was wearing a too-short skirt,
and who was showing too much cleavage at church last Sunday.
get that smile back on your face
…..hurry!
other Christians are coming!
(act saved)
you can go back to your true self after they leave
by Alieux
I woke up in the middle of the night and I was in the mood to write, and this is what came out. Then I went back to sleep.
When I'm working on my short stories, I know what the story will be about, though sometimes the character's personalities are so strong that they tend to steer the story in a different direction and I have to decide to either bring it back on course or let the story write itself, but with poetry, I hardly ever know what direction the poem is headed. After the pen is in contact with paper, I'm always surprised-sometimes pleasantly, sometimes unpleasantly with the results.
I know that God gave me the Bible Verse Romans 15:2. I say that because that's the only thing I can remember from the dream I must have had just before I had awakened.
A few hours earlier, I had gone to bed just after talking to a friend in Atlanta who was upset because she's the subject of hateful gossip spread amongst people not at her full-time job or her part-time job or at the gym, but at a Holiness church she attends, of all places. I had assured her that of all places in addition to her home, the church, and a Holiness church at that, should be the one place where one is judged only by God. She told me that while some have accused her of being a lesbian, others have accused her of trying to date the pastor; she can't be both at the same time, can she? Then she told me that her mother was told she was a lesbian by her fellow choir members, but her father was upset because he was told by members of the Usher Board that she was trying to seduce the pastor and the assistant pastor's son, and that her dresses and skirts are too short, I told her to just laugh it off. I heard a pastor say once, "how are we gonna get along in Heaven if we can't get along here on Earth? I assured her that she wasn't alone; for as long as I have lived on this earth, I've been the subject of the most hateful gossip imaginable from the inside of the Church. Anyway, I fell asleep and had a dream, woke up, wrote the above and ten minutes later, went back to sleep.
get back in your Bible,
right behind Romans 15:2!
wipe that look of your face,
and stop gossiping about
who is dating who,
who is mad at who,
who needs to lose weight,
who needs to gain weight,
who doesn’t like who,
who might be gay,
who’s carrying who’s baby,
who’s lusting after the pastor,
who was wearing a too-short skirt,
and who was showing too much cleavage at church last Sunday.
get that smile back on your face
…..hurry!
other Christians are coming!
(act saved)
you can go back to your true self after they leave
by Alieux
I woke up in the middle of the night and I was in the mood to write, and this is what came out. Then I went back to sleep.
When I'm working on my short stories, I know what the story will be about, though sometimes the character's personalities are so strong that they tend to steer the story in a different direction and I have to decide to either bring it back on course or let the story write itself, but with poetry, I hardly ever know what direction the poem is headed. After the pen is in contact with paper, I'm always surprised-sometimes pleasantly, sometimes unpleasantly with the results.
I know that God gave me the Bible Verse Romans 15:2. I say that because that's the only thing I can remember from the dream I must have had just before I had awakened.
A few hours earlier, I had gone to bed just after talking to a friend in Atlanta who was upset because she's the subject of hateful gossip spread amongst people not at her full-time job or her part-time job or at the gym, but at a Holiness church she attends, of all places. I had assured her that of all places in addition to her home, the church, and a Holiness church at that, should be the one place where one is judged only by God. She told me that while some have accused her of being a lesbian, others have accused her of trying to date the pastor; she can't be both at the same time, can she? Then she told me that her mother was told she was a lesbian by her fellow choir members, but her father was upset because he was told by members of the Usher Board that she was trying to seduce the pastor and the assistant pastor's son, and that her dresses and skirts are too short, I told her to just laugh it off. I heard a pastor say once, "how are we gonna get along in Heaven if we can't get along here on Earth? I assured her that she wasn't alone; for as long as I have lived on this earth, I've been the subject of the most hateful gossip imaginable from the inside of the Church. Anyway, I fell asleep and had a dream, woke up, wrote the above and ten minutes later, went back to sleep.
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