Allen Harriets Blogs

    Homeless Guitar Boy As he lay though dead on that cold grey veranda with his guitar he crossed his mind not to remember the hard times of his life till His wet cheeks of fear and white wishes the coldness blessing his skin Iceland shivering, he welcome electric currents raid through head and toes not permitted A sip and another by the drainage for lunch mangoes by the research farm for dinner he said a prayer of thanks for the days’ meal hoping tomorrow would be magically hotel-ed Curving like in his unknown mothers’ womb placing his hands by his chest to stop the pains and give himself warmth to imaginations i bet he wished for a  miraculous blanket Now half asleep in his twenty year old like clothes maybe he wondered whether it would shine or rain, how he would survive that day next after this night beautiful brown boy so innocent from the start. 2008

    A friend of mine That i loved so And thought of much Like a butterfly at rose A friend of mine That i missed so And wanted much Like water in the dessert A friend of mine That i cried for so And had promised much Like oxygen in my lungs A friend of mine That died September 11th  And spiritually lives in me Like blood flowing in my veins A friend of mine That i knew wisdom blessed And inspired zillions Like like-love, Rest In Peace

Untrustworthy friend Ooh, marriitta, marriitta, marriitta and parriitta. Once best friends, marriitta told parriitta _ a secret. Eeh! Parriitta told Darriitta, Darriitta told tarriitta, tarriitta told zarriitta, zarriitta told yarriitta, Alas! How soon the world knew. Ugh! It was first told in words, now a song, parriitta as producer, who knows what the future holds, marriitta is attacked, abused, accused, pangs of death knock marriitta_ down she goes Aah! One mistake marriitta once made, trusted a wrong parriitta, her own words_ killed her, zenith she looks down on everyone Ooo, rest in peace, marriitta ©AH Collection 2006