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Just A Few Excerpts From My Life... Here You Will Find My Poetry (Jumbled Thoughts Usually Written In The Heart Of Volatile Emotion I Had No Other Way To Express), A Collab Or Two, Some Of My Favorite Poems/Poets, Original And/Or Favorite Quotes...A Few Blogs/Brief Essays: Free-Style, Words That Move Me; Strike A Chord In Me, And That I Believe Could Or Should Strike Something In Others... Take Me In Slowly...I Swim The Depths Of The Soul...And I Am At Home There... ~A

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...Songstress.Writer.Freedom Fighter.Muse.Rebel.Actress.Prophet.Poet.Musician.Genre Bender.GOD Lover.Dichotomy.Trailblazer.World Changer. Blah, Blah, Blah...

"Art Is The Reason I Get Up In The Morning..."

By The Very Definition Of My Name, I Am Without Rules, Boundaries, Or The Confines Of This World...

"In This World, But Not Of This World"...

Simply Stated: I DON'T DO BOXES!

My Music; My Writing; Is My Soul Poured Onto Canvas. I Am Utterly Naked And Without Pretense Or Shame. To Understand It; To Truly Connect With My Words Is To Know Some Genuine Piece Of Me…Infinitely.

~ÅnØmålî~

Monday, August 19, 2013

"Daddy's Song" (Reposted As A Permanent Memoir...)



Today...

August 19th...

This Day Marks Fourteen (*Now FIFTEEN*) Long Years Since A Criminally Insane Serial Killer Named Juan Covington (One Of The Few Black/Latino Serial Murderers In Philadelphia's/America's History) Shot And Killed My Father... Thirteen Bullets In The Middle Of A Prayer Meeting That He, As The Pastor, Was Leading... I Saw It On The 10 O'clock News Long Before The Phone Ever Rang... And Some Years Later On An Episode Of "20/20" Entitled "Lights, Camera, Action"... 

You Would Think After All These Years The Very Grown Up Me Would Be Somewhat Numb And Unaffected By This Date Or By The Very Young Girl Living Inside Of Me Who Still Wrestles With So Many Lingering Scars... My Parents Divorce And It's Circumstances. My Father's Inexcusable Lack Of Presence In My Life (Which Can Not Be Said For My Younger Sister Who's Illegitimate Birth During My Parent's Marriage Caused Our Permanent Separation)... The Bullets That Had Nearly Ripped Off The Right Side Of His Face When It Came Time To I.D. His Body... The Resulting Anxiety Disorder And Subsequent Panic Attacks... 

And, Yes, Some Years It Came And Went Without Much Fanfare. And Most Days None Of These Things Even Cross My Mind.

This Is Not One Of Those Days.

Maybe Because I Am Older And Becoming More Fully Integrated As An Adult, The Magnitude Of What I've Survived Holds Greater Meaning... And, Maybe While A Part Of Me Never Truly Grieved, Another Silent, Deeply Buried Part Of Me Never Stopped...

I Often Wonder Exactly How Does One Grieve An Emptiness That Extends So Far Beyond Death? There's So Much I Could Say, But I Doubt I'd Find An Appropriate Audience...The Person I Need Most To Speak With Is Long Gone... Besides, I Wouldn't Even Know Where The Conversation With The Person I Am Most Like In The World, But With Whom I Have No Shared Photos And Few Memories, Would Even Begin...

So, I'll Just Turn To My One Constant... My Language; My Secret Code.

Music.

I Think This Old Rough Draft Song Says It All...As I Have No More Words Today...

"DADDY'S SONG" - Music Link...


***2016 UPDATE***

My Sister Has Since Transitioned From Hereditary Breast Cancer, And, If It Isn't Clear From My Post, The Fault For The Disintegration Of My Family, Proper Relationship With My Father, And Life As A Child--Was Her Selfish And Immoral Mother's, And The Weakness And Irresponsibility Of My Father - Not Hers. I Miss Her. Terribly... Shalom. 

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