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Friday, November 12, 2010

Love?

What is love to you?
What is love to me?
Is love truly as simple,
as seen on TV?

Is it a rapid type emotion?
Or is it rather slow?
Does it happen with a potion?
I will never know.

The only thing I do know,
is the one thing we are all sure of.
This thing is real confusing,
This thing we call love.

LA Kellam

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Missed Shot at Love Rebounded

I reminisce and think back,
high school,  you, on my lap,
fingertips, seem custom fit,
as I knowingly grip,
your  flawless and superb,
beautiful curves.

I didn't think I could handle you,
but I learned quick.
Ego got the best of me,
I tried being slick,
took you for granted,
and you were lost,
the price of being humbled was steep,
and you were the cost.

Every now and then i think of you,
and from afar I admire you,
ashamed that you may see
that i am not how you remember me.
But the years have done little to hide,
the competitive fire, you inspire
inside.

My sons know about you,
they want to meet you,
I will guide them,
and teach them what it takes,
and hopefully in the clutch,
they won't repeat my mistakes.

LA Kellam

Monday, November 8, 2010

My Perfect Balance

Mind is always racing,
pace seems five steps ahead,
old age setting in,
keep forgetin' the first few.
Steady focused on the Ends,
the Means never enter into view.
Then there's you,
from where?  it depends,
always been, but for some you are new,
already inner circle so there's no getting in,
easing the tension in my head,
prepared for whatever i may be facing .

LA Kellam

Now I Listen

I feel like I'm some one else,
stepping outside myself,
to witness me become the me I should have been,
debating the impact of what could of... would of been.

Knowing what I know now,
how,
I wish I could change fate,
But already its too late.

Hindsight is is 20/20, silence is golden,
holdin' on to memories of what was spoken,
hopin' diamonds in the rough still glisten,
recyclin' thoughts for overlooked  wisdom.

LA Kellam

Me: The Monster

I've come to an understanding lately,
that maybe I'm a Monster.
Attempts to please,
do not appease, I just want to conquer.
Irrespective of perspective,
the prime directive is my survival.
Calculated and heartless,
regardless if a friend or rival,
is found in the path,
of my indiscriminate wrath.


LA Kellam