Spring Fling

It’s been a long and cold one.

What a relief when the temperature rises,

It’s been so long.

Layer by layer I’m going to,

No need to remind me

I know how to.

With my eyes alone I can undress

It’s not off yet,

Oh dear what a mess!

As it gets hotter the core gets wetter

So I strip everything off,

I feel much better.

I like hearing those birds sing

In the morning

I like seeing those bee stings,

The blossoms.

It’s spring so it’s time for the boots,

Keep digging little worm,

Touch the roots.


  
by Derek Headley

The Road To Love

Which way is the road to love my dear?

If I may say,

Your tracks look like the right way.

My instincts are triggering,

And my heart is bubbling.

I will follow your tracks

Until I become missing.

I suspect no corners and I can’t picture bends,

All looks lovely tonight my friend.

Now I can say I will walk one love mile,

With you for ever we’ll walk a while.

Let’s take our time and reach destination love,

With all the excitement my heart flutters like a dove.

I’ll reach love,

And I am sure you will too.

Because darling dear,

I do love you.

by Derek Headley

The Magesty

So common is the man, who travels this road,

Every day he walks with his head hung high.

So common are his shoes that he wears on his feet,

But nobody hears his cry.

This man is the man that you see everyday,

Traveling to and from.

Where is he going and where is he coming from,

The question seems so dumb.

Why look down upon this man that seems so simple,

Because he keeps to himself.

Nobody knows and dares to asks,

What’s his health or even his wealth?

Seeing him move seem like a great impression,

So independent and so strong,

He sits alone when he gets tired,

In this hustling, bustling town.

The man is the man only he can be he,

So true and sure that’s right.

As bright as daytime and hot is the sun,

Then darkness must be night.

So why is this man always alone?

He never says a word.

Excuse me and thank you is the most we hear,

Not even a grunt or moan!

Time they say will tell a story,

But what’s a story without and ending.

If no one sees the blood that runs,

Then who can stop the bleeding.

by Derek Headley.

Steps To Education Gates.

(My first day of school)

Steps To Education Gates.

By Derek Headley

The expression on my mom’s face seems priceless as we walked toward the traffic of little bodies in the school yard.

She kept trying to convince me, everything was going to be fine. 

I am going to love it, she would say.

Like a nice rehearsed speech her words stayed with me.

I courageously held her hand very tightly and took a deep breath.

This was going to be my gateway to education!

My first classroom friend…

Eyes big and bulging with streams of endless tears,

He clung to his mom’s skirt. 

I watched from the same level as that skirt,

His mom trying to hide what had become known as the goods.

This was going to be my gateway to education!

The alliances…

How quickly the snot-filled noses boys bonded,

How quickly the prissy little girls talked and talked and talked.

The query eye little boy with glasses didn’t mind being by himself one bit.

He stood by himself and waited orders from the tall woman who we called miss.

Turned out, he was standing in a pool of piss.

This was going to be my gateway to education.

Island Speed

So I am trying my best to speed things up around me.  Yeah right! 
Well, I do try but no matter how hard I try I seem to end up right back at the same pace.  I never understood how relaxed I look some times until hearing it from a few people.  I was actually shocked.  What did they mean I'm moving at island speed!  I always thought that I was at normal pace, you know, the pace of regular moving people in our society.

When I first started getting conscious of the world around me I was pleasantly surprised. 

Each morning I would walk from the parking lot to the subway and I finally understood what others were saying about me. Everyone was passing me on the way.  Fat ladies, fat men, not old ladies I raced them and made sure I won.

Seriously, is it even healthy to move so fast all the time?  I like being on time, I like planning and using  my time to precision but to go fast all the time just seem tiring.  I remember recently having a conversation with some co-workers about Japan wanting to loan the U.S.A $4 billion to build a Super train that would take 15 minutes from Baltimore to Washington DC.   I almost broke out in sweat from hearing about it.  My immediate question to my co-workers were, why would anyone want to go that fast.  Of course they all started laughing and were saying stuff like of course this is what is expected from an island speed thinker.  I am curious to know what you think.  With all the sicknesses these days and health related problems that we are facing in our society.  Shouldn't we be slowing down?  Why do we leave a fast pace society to a more relaxing environment?  The rich ones always seem to step away from the fast pace to count their money and also to give themselves time to mellow.  

Fast is good but a well balance lifestyle helps. Go hard and go fast but don't forget to slow down, really it helps.