lorenalivingearth

“The legacy of our past, however lived, serves as a source of reference to anything we will accomplish, experience and bring with us to create a future”

I know that in my case, when I was put through the test of fire, I made a choice to deal with the circumstances in a way that would allow me to survive and keep my inner core intact. With the knowledge that I would still hold an innocence of heart to not become a cynical person, reacting in anger to a crisis within a world that was crumbling with loss all over!

Thus, I wrote this poem from my experience turning,

“Black on Black”

The chips were stacked

my plans were hacked!

Things had taken a turn

from which I had no return!

And when I was flat on my back

I had to turn black on black!

A swirl of motion

demands with emotion!

I know not what to do

cause this job pulls me through!

I think my dreams are dashed

but I keep it strong, go on and smash!

Among trays and Queens and linens and things

I move on, put up and think!

That if I stay here I won’t hear

the music that plays outside, I fear!

This job’s not for me

I have tons of talent you see!

However, I search my soul

and before I end up very old, working this job I now perform

I’m to be wise and to hold

to my heart’s desire and be bold!

To not think that this is the end

cause black on black does amend

my needs for now my good friend!

So I go off to work

serve scrumptious banquets and meet great folk!

Whose dreams and wants they breathe, just as I do

I concede!

So in between sweat, water pitches and tray jacks

I keep my purpose, dream on and stay on track!

And understand that for the time at hand

I have bills to pay, food to eat and a big job to land!

So I work hard for a chance to get back

if just for now, I remain black on black!

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(In the Service Industry, the term “black on black” refers to wearing black pants and black shirt when you get called in to serve at a function)

“THE LION”…………… written by Lorena Suarez

The Lion that lives in me

thirsts with passion

and unrivaled adventures to seek!

Tired of the monotonous beat of the drum

roaring with a thunderous cry

he refuses to follow suit

of those who’ve carved their marks in pursuit!

This lion cannot be tamed

a thousand deaths he has endured!

His heart is gold and scarred with hope

he ventures roads too hard to take

for others in his kingdom to even contemplate!

This Lion knows for he fears not

a million battles he has fought!

He’s learned to live with friend or foe

dispenses mercy without fault

He’s been injured many times

but refrains from vengeance often times!

His weakness lies beneath his skin

so full of love that lies within!

In all the jungles of the world

his roar is heard as he grows bold

nor age, nor fear, nor thought alike

to those who battle near his side!

This Lion knows that there’s a way

when danger is present every day

he lives, he roars, he walks with pride

a humble soul in paradise!

There’s much to walk and much to see

a brand new Universe he foresees!

The seeds are sown

the light has shone

and what it is can be undone

if not to change what’s in the past

but to reinvent a life that lasts!