20yrs since my father has passed... So I share him with you today... Love you dad you are missed... They say poems should rhyme Be witty or catchy This poem is one that may break the norm 29yrs 30yrs I have been Of those years 9 were spent with a friend A man A father I dont think of him often I lose touch of time and memories My defense from sorrow I dont know if I should be happy for the times he was here Or sad for the time he has been gone I dont know anything He was a big man Big heart Big in size Big in fight He didnt want to die Not that anyone does But this was painfully obvious Hospitals were home Home was vacation You wonder what this poem is saying I wonder what it hasnt said What I have buried What can no longer be reached Like a chest at the deepest part of the ocean They say I look like him My humor and mannerisms are of him Oh how time flies Where does it go Shoveling snow on partridge street Philadelphia Bronx Albany Good times Bad times The only times we will ever have in this life Bitter angry upset Sounds about right This poem is about my father, This poem is about my father But Im selfish so somehow it became about me Over time I came to realize that he is gone for a reason He saved so many and he doesnt receive credit But Angels are never seen or rewarded His sickness led to anothers fight to help themselves Then to help others Dedicating their life to making sure others could continue on Receive the help I never thought of the lives that were saved By the life that was lost I only thought why Why me Why us Why him But now I see how many were helped How many are still here So happy holidays From me From Wayne From my father World AIDS Day About Me: Brandon Jones Black Male 30yrs young Artist - I started off like any kid, drawing and painting in beginner art classes provided by schools. I always took an interest in coloring and shading and blending as a child. As I got older I would test myself by trying to draw still life and people. I was pretty good and put in advanced art classes and even did some art summer camps. I just love to draw and I love colors. Art lets me express myself in ways words cant. Connoisseur of all things involving fun - If you know me then you know me and FUN are very fond of one another. I like for people to have a good time and smile. Life is too short to be down in the dumps. Its a million ways to smile just gotta find a few of many reasons. Professional trash talker - sometimes a gift and a course I can go back and forth with the best of them. Extremely witty and very quick responses. This can sometimes cause a good laugh or sometimes be toouch leading to a non laughing matter. Im working on it. Hall of fame procrastinator - I truly am working on this daily. I put a lot of things off that need to be done and swear Im gonna get back to it, only to end up starting something else that I may not finish. Im going to pray on it. Fashion specialist - This ties into art. The art and the colors helped hone my fashion sense by being able to put certain things together based off of colors alone. On top of loving colors, because I was so into art it made me love and pay attention to detail. So and extra pocket, zipper, double stitching, eye catching buttons and patterns always caught my attention. I started to create and take my art and translate it onto clothes around 16yrs old. I started taking it more serious 18 and 19. I began making a bunch of pieces and selling locally. I then landed a job at an urban clothing company based out of Philadelphia when I was 20 (Miskeen Originals). From there I created my own personal line and pieces with friends and provided them for photo shoots and shows involving celebrities. Fashion has always been something I was into and loved. It goes hand and hand with my art. Creative writer - Every now and then I will sit and write a few pieces and people will tell me I should take it more seriously. Ive been considering taking a real crack at this. Born to Wayne Jones and Vanessa Haley. Bounced around the tri state area my younger years. Then settling back in Albany. My father was diagnosed with full blown AIDS around 1989 and given a year to live. My mother was HIV positive and given a not so lengthy time period to live. He passed in 1993 and my mother is still alive and well til this day. I wont go into details, but I will say that it has shaped and molded me in many ways. I am an artist and fitness junky currently residing in Houston, TX. I have been on both tracks in life the wrong and the right. Now I just take it one day at a time and pray for guidance.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 01:50:24 +0000