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Sister
This hits me in the core.
I have to settle the score.
You can stop running, now.
Just to let you, know.
While your back in P.I.
She’s still waiting.
Clinging is on hope.
Seeing believes in your eyes.
Just would like back the old picture.
Suture can only mend for so long.
Prolong something has to give.
Relive in time to accept someone.
One use to hang on the wall.
Just like her the picture took a fall.
I can go back now and then.
When does bulletproof glass shatter the blaming game?
I think she really misses our father, but what a shame.
Dumb bastard just keeps running and running from his family.
I believe he’s his own worst enemy.
Here I go again all in a ready-mix.
Looking at her condition reminds me of you, makes me sick.
Why did you have to be such a prick?
Just is when your daughter needs your voice.
I guess he’s made his choice.
This hits me in the core.
I have to settle the score.
You can stop running, now.
Just to let you, know.
While your back in P.I.
She’s still waiting.
Clinging is on hope.
Seeing believes in your eyes.
Just is when you want to let go.
Someone holds tomorrow.
Seems just like yesterday.
We were kids trying to make something out of a day.
Keeping our ears open listening.
Adapting to this new language called English.
There’s new life of promises.
Dad left us and who we going to trust.
A broken down home.
Our Ozone Layer is no longer a dome.
Now, the Round Table has turned.
Uprooted like weeds and buried our dreams in an urn.
Mom is barely getting us by.
I’m stuck in the middle and you’re slowly denigrating on standby.
Little sister needs a mentor.
This social behavior is not fleeting.
I try to know you, but you just keep ignoring me.
Can you understand me?
Hear me inside there.
Don’t let me stand here in the middle of freaking nowhere.
Can't fight a mental disease; I got to put my mind at ease.
This lithium, she takes keeps her awake.
Up all night staring at the lights.
I think she’s overly medicated.
Medicine seems way too educated.
I try to isolate relate reason.
She just changes like the seasons.
I mean she used to be normal.
How does someone get so abnormal?
This bipolar has really made her a Twix.
Exist with her constant vexation.
Justification I don’t get a payphone with dial tone.
This hits me in the core.
I have to settle the score.
You can stop running, now.
Just to let you, know.
While your back in P.I.
She’s still waiting.
Clinging is on hope.
Seeing believes in your eyes.
Just to prove you can be on top.
Only cuts you down from the treetop.
She used to be ahead of the class.
Now, lives like a fish in a glass.
I believe, I yell at her way too much.
Don’t get me wrong and such.
I love her she’s my sister.
Would never talk bad to dish out or distance her.
What is there left to prove if you don’t have family?
When a grenade blows to pieces, nothing left to keep you company.
Like when you find a penny on the ground.
Importance is not much; as such worth is a lost and found.
Until you realize, you collected all of them again.
Each one has significance, now and then.
This carousel of life only spins so long.
Only to find we’re all dropping like flies.
Denial is one thing.
Something has to take a stance for everything.
This hits me in the core.
I have to settle the score.
You can stop running, now.
Just to let you, know.
While your back in P.I.
She’s still waiting.
Clinging is on hope.
Seeing believes in your eyes.BW
"The hardest attempt to tune is a closed mind."
Glen Yumang Manese
Glen Yumang Manese was born in the Philippines on June 28, 1974. He was six years old when he moved to the USA with older sister, Maricar and parents Ciceron Feliciano Manese and the late Eusebia Yumang Manese. Due to legal paper work, his younger sister Penafrancia would arrive a few years later. He has two other sisters and a brother located back in the Philippines and the USA: Malou, Maureen, and Ciceron, Jr.
After, graduating New Castle Senior High School in 1993, located in Pennsylvania. Glen joined the U. S. Marine Corps and completed basic training at Recruit Depot, Parris Island, South Carolina, serving for four years active and four active reserves, while taking college lessons during his tour of duty. In doing so he had the opportunity to travel the world, while serving with the Marines.
Glen currently, works as a Floor Technician with AK Builders Floor & Designs. His book "De Novo," was started when he was thirteen years old and it is reaching completion. He credits his unique style through influences in the literature world of his predecessors such as William Shakespeare, Dante Alighieri. Glen is passionate about music - any variety will do.
As long as the words give the person a feedback to understanding the meaning of their work. Each one of us is different. What is music to my ears maybe noise to another?
Glen rarely watches television and will not waste space by putting movies in another category. The news only likes to put bad events and propaganda. The influence is not of his interest and prefers to listen to AM talk radio, instead. If he had to watch TV, the preferred channels are Travel, History, Discovery, and Animal Planet - the rest are just not worth the time and effort. On occasion, curiosity kills the cat and he does have a quick scan Sports, MTV, and CMT. Time comes to press off, now.
On other matters of books, that is just another long list of headaches. He would say his hero was the teaching of the late Eusebia Yumang Manese, a mother and teacher, not much known of his father.
Glen is currently working on his first book of verses: The Onyx - Vena Amoris which will be published by Friesen Press in late October. This book is dedicated to his late mother, Eusebia Yumang Manese.
Website: http://www.writerscafe.org/GlenYumangManese
Twitter tag: @glenyumangmanes
Email: glenyumangmanese@yahoo.com