Health is wealth
And my cup overflows
Daily ritual offerings
Supplication to the body
A short tempered temple
In perpetual renovation
Swallowed strength
With determined reluctance
Drained the glass
Graceless avoidance
Patterns of neglect
Give way to convenience
Improvement by others
Gobbled good intentions
His armor hid his vulnerabilities
But his guts will rise with prominence
Praise be to bravery and honesty
Brown skinned but blood-blue.
Ill fitting to molds,
He hoarded supplies dragon-like
Scared code of honor
fair play to cross hostile lies
Carefully charging his spartan cry
Speedy precision to under rate
A battered delighted sight
of many conquering games
*inspired by my younger brother Jhef*
I cared but you didn’t listen.
You wouldn’t respect what I had to say.
I made an effort, but it wasn’t enough.
You complained like there was nothing better to say.
I’m left frustrated,
Feeling graceless and inept.
You left condescension,
Token effort, rebukes unchecked.
I’m happiest doing this alone.
No meddling, no money.
You’re stupefied and bewildered,
Blinded to your own inconsistency
I throw away old roses,
My failure of dependency.
A while ago, I went away
scared and alone, spirits low,
full of ambition, dreams and doubt
but even if I achieve fortune and fame,
who’s to say I won’t still feel the same?
My love ones, players of fond memories,
am I important to them as they are to me?
We had fun, we had our games.
We have lives filled with shenanigans, laughter and tears.
Visiting infrequently, hopefully , happily
My parents are quasi-strict, quasi-there
My grandma is kind with religious flair
My siblings I annoy and are annoyed by in turn
My extended family both nebulous and firm
Their love is the greatest credit to my name.
It’s a family of Hicaps, Sons and daughters
Broken and glued with pieces wondrously made
A tumultuous and wonderful rollercoaster of emotions
Better than any wealth, power or fame
My family, the starting point of my acclaim.
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