Unknown art of Miles Davis dangerous minds

Blood Parent, Step-Parent, Adoptive Parent. Surrogate Parent.

who has unconditional love and support for you,
is the most nurturing, beautiful positive love to
help grow a human being.

I was fortunate to have this, though it came in my early thirties, this
Step-Adoptive-Surrogate Parent who I called “Ma” formed
me, rebirth me. She saw me, like really saw into me. She did
not always agree with me or like what I was doing but she had
love and respect for me, and taught me how to have
love & respect for myself.
She loved me, unconditionally.

The most terrible sadness is when this Parent Transitions to another realm without warning. Even after 2 years my sadness is gripping.
I MISS YOU MA!!!
You were so much more than a parent, you were my best friend too.
I had no secrets from you. Because your love
was unconditional.

Written by Issa

For Ma, I know how you loves Miles Davis

Not a poem, just a request from my significant other,
that today instead of the click clicking sound of my keyboard.
They come home to a clean home instead. Because,
since i have found my mind here with words, the only thing
the quiet’s the chatter of my monkey brain, is
the sound of my fingers tapping away on my
keyboard.

Sound

What is your expectation?

Personally, Valentine’s Day, is strange. There are so many expectations,on one hand there is love, flowers, chocolates, dinners and togetherness.
On the other hand there is fights, loneliness, waisted money and disappointments. The expectations on this day are high, and I find it has become so commercial.
At one time in my life I worked in a flower shop. This was the most dreaded holiday of the year because our work began two weeks early, ending with 10 to 14 hour days just to prepare for this one day.
Though I am in a loving relationship I prefer not to celebrate it at all.

Until one day I read somewhere a beautiful thing.

That in Slovenia, Saint Valentine is the patron saint of beekeepers, pilgrims and good health. Valentine’s Day, is the time to celebrate the beginning of field work, plants, flowers and “the overall growth” of all living things. Though it is in February, Saint Valentine marks the beginning of Spring.

That left me with a beautiful expectation of Saint Valentines Day.

written by Issa

Expectation

Sunset Sibilini Mountains Italy.

Lukewarm glow, goodnight.
Golden perception is lost.
Keep me with your warmth.

Photo & Haiku by Issa

Lukewarm

Mixed feelings, inside
have aroused my awareness
to what may be going on.

hummm….?

Hair is brittle, skin is dry
brain is in a fog.
Slogging through my day
wanting to be a sloth.
No appetite for food or drink,
little appetite for life.

Now take a pill, now all is clear
everything seems fine.

I am now aware, the fog has gone
and once again, my brain is mine.

hummm?

Poem by Issa

Painting by Neith Nevelson (my mother)

Aware