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The definition of a fairweather friend: A friend who is only nice to you when it's convenient....

hey alieux, my friend;

(don’t expect

to have been invited

to the engagement party or the wedding

or any other past social events I might hold
or even future ones

but )
you’re a strong black man

and I need you.

to help move furniture tomorrow.

I won’t even call you to ask.

(I would feel awkward

asking you directly

since I haven’t

asked  you to do anything else, though you've been good
at leaving voicemails, facebook messages and texts- none of which I have responded to)

I’ll ask our mutual friends,
my friends-

those that were invited to the engagement party and wedding and other social events-

to ask you.

you’ll say yes to them because you’re more friends with them than with me and I've been told you're reliable.

right?

Christian Poem

I

deliberately

placed

one

error

in

thYs

poem,

because

only

God

is

perfect.

I chose the letter Y for my error because it resembles a person (Jesus) with arms spread upward.

there is poetry

in your movement:

the fluidity

of

it.

there is creative

expression

In

the way your hands your body caress the air

I watch your lips

your lips

either still

or moving,

the corners curving upwards

or straight across

making my hands my lips jealous

are you even speaking?

I can t hear you

Because I’m stuck on your lips

your hips/

how they move so unintentionally

strong but feminine

As if no one was watching

Is this what bliss feels like?

The beginnings of love

Hopefullness.

Anticipation

Of what is around the corner?

I hope

The road I’m on

Is the same road you’re on.

There is poetry.

Your words are matching mine

How did you know what I was feeling?

Your kiss is like poetry

Match the words my lips are forming-

Can u?

Pressed against yours

L o v e .

I pray

That the road I’m on

Is the same road you’re on.

-alexgeorge

(and) there you were

in my search for someone to complete me
(i prayed for you
) & in my search for that missing piece
         to the puzzle that was my life
( i prayed for you
)  beyond laughter
             happiness
             on the outside looking in
             and watching friends take for granted
             what I hold so precious
(i prayed for you
)       I am asked for advice
            what to do to fix a relationship
            what to do to maintain one
            or attain one,
            and being shown gratitude for telling and doing the right things
(i was alone, and i prayed for you
        i needed substance, and
(i prayed for you
)       not knowing that you would appear
        before me
        looking at me
        as if I were the answer to your prayers
                as well
        as you were/are to mine:
        in my search for
        someone to step up to the plate
        to, at the very least, not show indifference
        towards me
        and to care enough to want to fight for me
        though I am opposed to violence
(i prayed for you
)       & there you were,
        with someone else.
        I knew I had to fight to get you.

        I wonder why it took so long to find you?
        Was God waiting for a time in my life
        When I would appreciate you more?
        He was right.

I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed  and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and

here you are
(Thank You) 

-- alexgeorge

get happy

Instead of looking,
                    (and looking and looking and looking and-
                                                )

I’m going to find a way to have fun.

perhaps

someone will see me

&

will wonder

why I’m so happy

&

will want to be a part of it.

       --alexgeorge

You aint strong enough

you burn crosses

while I sleep

I don’t care,

I won’t weep.

nothing it seems,

you won’t try,

but you will not

make me cry.

see, you aint strong enough.

try to stab me

in my heart

your hatred

won’t tear

me apart.

I’ve been around,

I know the game.

hatred is hatred

by any name.

see, you aint strong enough.

despite my attempts

to live my dreams,

you try real hard

to bust the seams.

you try real hard

to show concern,

but the crosses,

I’m told,

are the crosses you’ve burned

see, you aint strong enough.

(try harder next time)

It

what have we here

(    finally   i

    have seen

the other side and the dark-

ness thereof.

of you.

there. I know you now. 'cause

i shone a flashlight. secretly-yes,

indeed a flashlight I shone.

finally.

seeing through your best disguise,

exposing what others see,

the YOU       ) well, well, well.

(     looks like the knife that was lodged in my back has your initials on it          ) my friend,

oh buddy,

oh pal,

what have we here ?

 --alexgeorge,    written when I was 16.   I found it today. How appropos, considering another backstabbing by a friend just occurred recently.