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Thursday, July 28, 2005

POETRY - "Bus Stop"


Standing at the bus stop
Still waiting for your bus
It left some time ago
you never said to wait for it
& you didn’t promise it would be back
and yet…here I am
hoping it will be here soon

I’ve been offered rides
Many times
From pintos to grand Cadillacs
I took a ride in one once
You know the kind I like
Chrome wheels, plush interior
Bumping sound off a smoooooth ride
But it was all show
Nothing like yours
Comfortable enough for all your baggage
And mine
Besides it wasn’t even his to share with me
So he had to bring me back to my stop
Where I still stand
…and wait
For your bus

©Aida Correa 2004

Friday, July 08, 2005

POETRY - "Cypher"

A Day in "the Life"...


Woke up the other mornin’
Just as day was dawnin’
Stretching and a yawning
Bemoaning what life could be unfolding

These streets are ever molding
Burning my spirit
Like hot water scalding
I never know
What the next corner’s holding

But Striving
I keep growing
Showing my worth
With words always flowing
Just like a cipher
I keep it rolling

Keepin’ it goin’

Down these streets
It’s on and poppin’
Movin’ past hustlers and players
with barrels always cocking
this lifestyle
some consider shocking
but I’ll keep playing
‘till I win neva stopping…..
then I’m out…..(echo)

©Aida Correa 2004

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

POETRY - "Pretty Ugly"

"Pretty Ugly"

It’s what happened when
You were younger and
You thought you were
So unattractive
That you asked-
“Why don’t boys think I’m pretty
Instead of saying how nice I am?”

But then you grew up…

Now boys do think you’re cute
Very, very cute
So you start doing that coy little hard to get thing
And they keep coming
And you keep running

now you find yourself asking
“Why can’t they notice me as a person
and not just a pretty face?”

©Aida Correa 2003

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

ART- "Mami De la Playa"

©Aida Correa 2003

POETRY - "She"

Do you know her?...


Lonely days
Followed by lonelier nights
Seeking commitment in those
She knows
Can’t provide it
She’s scared too
But she tries hard to hide it

As she begins her search
For her own worth…

Longing for affection she seeks it in the wrong places
Turning to empty faces
Void of what she wants
And she flaunts
That which should be saved for another
And not given to every other
Hoping that they can’t see
that inside
she longs to be free.
Free from a life of sin
but she doesn’t spend enough time turning within.

And every time she thinks she’s found
Something sound
She realizes it’s not what she needs
So she just feeds
Off of the attention.

and when one doesn’t give her time
She goes back to last in line
But still… she feels empty inside

So she leaves feeling hurt
And wonders was it worth
the tremendous pain she feels?

So she tries hard to stay
even though it’s the same ‘ole way
She’s done things before...

She claims!
this time will be her last!
But she just can’t seem to get past
Her inner longings
and because she knows it isn’t right
so she tries feebly to fight
but, still
she just can’t seem to stop herself

Knowing that she should know better
She prays that God will let her
Get it right this time

“Oh Father”, her heart tries to shout
“help me get this spirit out”
but she feels she cries out in vain
because things appear to
remain the same
but then she calls out HIS name
until the peace comes
and they are One

©copyright 2004 Aida Correa

Monday, July 04, 2005

POETRY - Sigh* be loved

We were in love...

spending days and nights
locked in surreal splendor
under a sweet spell
as words poured from the telephone
into the gateway of our ears -
penetrating our hearts

day and night
night and day

not a day would pass without a word from my love
there were no harsh words
only "misunderstandings"
every difficult moment
smoothed over...
soft words and floating kisses
soothed any stings

day and night
night and day

my heart fluttered
at the sound of the ring tone
selected especially for him
my love is calling....
my love is calling....
is all I'd hear

and call he did
day after wonderful day
night after glorious night

until we met
and finally succumbed
to the rush of emotions
that ultimately
drowned us both


©Aida Correa 2005