Blog by Charles Griffin

Barcelona Is a love song Barcino Barça   It is a hymn sung by the Mediterranean Sea breeze Over the rounded hills and through the limbs of trees Intertwined as lovers kissing   Barcelona is a lover’s kiss A passion for life and beauty A stroll down La Rambla A long evening meal with old friends A child’s laugh as water...

The Viewing   Funny thing about death We don’t kill our own meat We don’t cut our own wheat We don’t handle our own dead Some of us handle our own deaths in ways slow and strange or fast and furious or we come upon death waiting with equally diverse fates Troublesome tumors Jealous lovers Drunken drivers Traitorous hearts Murderous junkies...

Untitled I cannot sing  so don’t make me try It’ll cause you pain  and just make you cry But I have a song  and I am its singer I speak words  born in my heart  trained by my ears  to sound like the music  of the life around me Sometimes I bend the Queen’s English  in error  yet in the cadence of my culture...

      A Bad Rap For Damian I’m a tolerant dude when I’m in the mood give me poems rude or blued but never subdued   Be true to your self leave nothing on the shelf   proud of your skills brag about your kills...