"Tales we Tell" (c) Kimbo Hewitt

(This piece won 2nd place at the April 2010 Fayette Co. Library Poetry Slam)

In telling the story of my life, where shall I begin?

The journey ahead is great. Don’t want to rehash the past again.

I only want to say where I’m going and not just where I’ve been.

Push it aside and see the glow which comes from deep within.

You’re going to get your hands dirty whenever you’re dealing with me.

Uncovering lots of layers makes that easier to see.

Laughter, pain and complex despair have dumped upon this soul.

It’s all a lot of messy stuff for even a tumble bug to roll.

But I’m okay and you’re okay so let’s leave it at that.

We tell our adventures with gleam in our eyes and a feather in our hat.

Why does it matter from where we’ve come and worry of what’s to be?

You are you, they are them and I am impossibly “me”.

Stories are woven to tell a tale but what parts do we take and give?

We’re a glorious tapestry on a loom and each thread we shall live.

Moments in time, hopes and dreams, aspirations and faults,

colors dancing, twisting, tangling, weaving us this waltz.

Hold my hand. Let me hold yours. I’ll follow. You can lead.

Please only give the best advice. Good counsel’s what I need.

I don’t pretend to know it all but what’s not known, I’ll find out.

Life’s too short to play the fool. That’s not what I’m about.

Good direction, soundness, truth, all things I shall explore.

I’ve seen the bad, the ugly too. Of those I want no more.

Positive energy, love and peace are welcome in my soul.

To get across the muddy river, I have paid the toll.

Tales we tell won’t make us well and sometimes leave a scar.

No matter how long the adventure I hope your journey take you far.

Travels sometime make us sick and a bit right queasy.

It’s all worth the effort though, it’s not always easy.

Enjoy the trip and buckle up. Check your gears and levers.

Cool it down when things get hot. Tend the colds and fevers.

A cup of soup can soothe the soul. An aspirin a day does well.

Remember the good outweighs the bad, whenever you tell your tale.

Where Does the Time Go?

This week has flown by and I haven't even digested last week yet. Here comes another just around the bend. I hurry and plan and hope things work out for the best while I am reminded that I'm so NOT in control of things (except little tasks, yes and maybe.... but in the grand scope...not in the least). I'll keep on going like I'm supposed to and the clock will keep ticking, mimicking me as it does, along with each of my heartbeats.
Where does the time go as I write and read and talk and think and watch and listen and participate? Sigh. It goes away. Far away from my grasp. It giggles and I pray for more or less of it (depending on the moment). Time. Tick tock. Tick tock.

The Day Begins Again. I'm In.

The Day Begins Again. I'm In.
What's the plan to be?
I'll take the list and mark things off.
So much depends on me.

Crazy Dreams and Poetic Themes

"Crazy Dreams"
(c) Kimbo Hewitt 03/07/10

A kangaroo jumped on my waterbed
and it flooded my bedroom floor.
A penguin traipsed down the hallway
and life was the same no more.

If you think I am crazy, maybe it's so
and perhaps in fact you are right
or this was a dream in my silly ol' head
from the sushi  I ate last night.

Creativity is Contagious with Kimbo Hewitt

I woke up today knowing that things had to get done. Frame jobs from clients await my loving touch. Calls need to be made and my brain needs to be open to creative concepts. I have to stay up to date on what's current and trendy, stylish and fun, decorative and functional. I love my job!!! I never know what the day will bring. I have paint under my nails and the smell of candles burning fill the air. My favorite Christian music station is playing songs on the radio. Hope is real. Sorrows loom but life goes on. I do my chores. I say my prayers and know that God is taking care of the big stuff. I'm here to take care of what I can and be a blessing to others whenever possible. I only wish that all of your dreams come true and happiness and love fill your hearts. Until next time, signing off with an artistic swoosh of the brush, yours truly,

Kimbo Fresh

(because that would be the name I'd choose if I were a rap singer)

What would your name be?