STORIES FROM MY HEART

The author of my tomorrow Is a man who knows tomorrow’s news He’s smart, slick and quick with his tongue His books tell of a curious mind and he likes his full bodied wine brewed in the folds and valleys that tell stories of Greek Mythology The author of my tomorrow Is a golden voiced story teller He loves the arts and ancient history is his forte Sheba, Cleopatra and Tutankhamun are names characteristic of his lingua Telling of Kings and queens now fallen, Then, names that shook kingdoms But tomorrow he, the author, will be the King of my kingdom The author of my tomorrow Loves to laugh Deep hearty quirky bursts of deep and dangerous loving Stories dotted with triumphant boy tales of starry nights in the village Telling of a past that’s bold enough to desire new memories Tugging at hearts and revving golden oldies into sheer insanity Loving, laughing, and lurking underneath, wanton The author of my Tomorrow Exists in my dreams and I’ve seen him on the street Bu...

The highlight of my weekend was an abrasive young man who offered to buy me a Toyota Vitz. The gentleman in question was obviously on a little more tipple than he needed. A very patient me sat and listened to him as he went on and on about his VX, his millions, how he went to the President's former school and, if I agreed to be with him, our children would go to an international school. My problem wasn't that he wanted to buy me a vitz, (well maybe a little)  it was the disgust at his rather brash and unnecessary flaunting of his wealth, (or his fathers).  I kept thinking to my self why I wasn't just shooing him off to do what I went to do, listening to the incredibly talented DJ Adrian on a Friday night at Queens. He spoke flawless Sheng, which I thought was cool, and told me that he was a well educated and wealthy young man. Naturally I was put off by his display of a hangover from teenage bravado, but engaged him just to understand he had to talk Money so fast, I...