Daddy's Song Unsung

---This song is sung to a soldier that still treads on dirt to create his mark. These melodies are formed in honour, to a legend that lives through my eyes. These words swing in rhythms for a champion whose records have vanished into blurry visions---

I have, ever since the creation of this blog space, and perhaps for the few months that led to it, grown to become a blog fiend, I follow blogs and religiously stalk (in a very normal way though) their owners- it helps me understand and bond with their writings at a more personal level. It is through this digging into blog crates that I came across one writer, who said that unless we write from the heart then we compromise our own integrity and also of that which we believe in.

So I have justified and spoken for my writings- For why I collect words and pen them from such personal spaces, for why I sound angry even through cheery jargon, for why I bear my soul and my heart between these sentences. I cannot disband myself from that which I write, I cannot write unless it is of a personal experience- regardless of whether it is mine or of one of my own.

It is from the authenticity of which my writings derive from that I heal myself. That I look for ways to attract to this place and also heal those that share similar stories of pain, the joys of my struggle and the mourning behind my achievements. I write in the hope that I somehow, by just a mile- touch the grieving hearts of those that need emotional healing the most. It is in that same light that I sing a song today.

I sing this song in low tones and reluctant melodies for I am not too certain if it should be sung. I am skeptical of the feelings it might evoke, not from anyone else but from the places in my sub-conscious that I have chosen to abandon. I have said enough.

I will sing this song unsung anyway.

A Song Unsung

She sang a song that was never sung

She sang a song to him so he wouldn’t go unsung

See his was a life of a king

And she- The princess that today has come to sing

She sings a song for a man whom she wishes to forget

A man who has seized to live but chose instead to exist

Whose perception of self he has lost

She comes to sing a song unsung

To a nonentity hero undeserving of these harmonious praises

Yet she still belts out this tune

In tribute of a common man with astounding tales

The captain from which her entire being hails

She sings this song still unsung

To a man from whose seed she sprung

Back in the days when things were cool and living was just. She was daddies little princess, his perfect little creation, his sourced design, a clone of sorts, flawlessly replicated in every sense and every way.

Daddy, I sing this song for you today

For too long I kept my feelings at bay

For these tough times you’ve endured, I’ve had nothing to say

It was humanity that led our bond astray

For the longest time all I did was pray

That I would be four years again and in your arms

Or even a twenty something year old and we’d still lock palms

Daddy I sing this song for you

In this rare moment of self praise

Remember daddy the hell we used to raise?

So much of me is still you  

She was daddies little girl. Those that know could tell of their bond, the perfect Clyde and his little Bonnie, conquering worlds together, hand in hand, hearts were clasped; thoughts too similar, she and daddy lived like Siamese. He had once meant the world to her, he had been a protector, and a shield of comfort, safe was her in his company, gentle auras whisked in his presence. 

 

Do you remember the times daddy?

When everywhere you went I’d go?

You were the champion that walked proud with that ridiculous looking fro’

Do you remember the times daddy?

When we popped bottles together

I the orange juice and you the kind that makes everything better

And we would go on sipping ‘till nothing would matter

Like it was just you and me against the world

All the pain I encountered you also felt

Do you remember the times?

When we would kick back on Saturdays

Wiled out in the kitchen creating recipes

Or how you’d sneak in teachings on the birds and the bees

Do you still reminisce of those times?

When you read me bed time stories that came with the chimes?

Remember how you took reading so seriously

And you taught me to always look at the world curiously

Do you recall daddy?

How we would just up and hit the road

To visit angry shores and calming waves

Take long walks in foreign lands where Bushmen once lived in caves

Do you remember those days?

Do you miss them like a do?

This loss of opportunity, do you rue?

Over days gone by, moments never to be regained

Of our plans that life chose to taint

Do you remember those days?

She was daddies little girl, ask her now she might deny it but deep down she still longs for the days when she waited up for daddy to come home just so they could lay on the couch and watch recorded episodes of the Wayans Brothers all night long. Nights came but daddy never did, she is a grown woman now, gone are little girl fantasies of getting lost in laughter. And now not Shawn and Marlon, not Dwayne or even Damon can lessen this hollowness in her or fill these empty spaces, where her daddy’s heart once was.  

Until next post,

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