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old skool lovin

a conversation with a friend brought back memories of childhood with a soundtrack of old skool love songs. those songs that made you wish to be grown up, just so you could experience those feelings of love for yourself. have hours long conversations ’til the sun comes up about everything and no-thing. longing to be somebody’s somebody. back when getting together was a process and not just a push of a button, before call waiting, texting, instant anything (other than noodles); when getting a note or letter was like a gift; when WE took the time to connect on a higher, deeper level than a hook up; when words had meaning and sex was all about being in love and making love, as well as being part of the journey and not the end of the trip. i miss old skool romance, so until it returns i’ll wait… but until then here’s my ode to old skool loving. enjoy!

Ol’ Skool Blues (Mr. B’s Groove)

The melody plays

as the candle burns

and we sit

entranced by the lyrics

reminded of a time when

life was good. love was

was real, innocence,

and naiveté were pure

not yet trampled

by life. we sit listening to

the words, hearing the emotion

beyond the hook with each passing rhythm

and beat. crossing the bridge of

unspoken emotions. an old skool,

lost kinda love, that few will ever

witness, see, or feel. and yet long

for, search endlessly, hopelessly.

a thing forgotten,

until the record stops, and life calls.

until the next time the melody makes

me pause. remember. back up. rewind. repeat.

repeat. rewind. back up. remember. makes me

pause. escape to a time when i was truly

happy. listening to him sing her

songs, and seeing the love between them.

he loves her. she loves him. a real love.

a strong black love.

resilient and unwavering.

constant. thinking in my 5

year old mind, i want a love like that.

one that makes a man sing to me, write

me poetry, one who hears the beat and says

it’s for me, and me alone, because truly

no words could express the depths

of his soul’s emotions. ooo wee.

my mama was lucky. and i was gonna be lucky

too. because i was happy in my house of

love. my shack of safety. an ol’ soul on a

journey to find a kindred spirit. it’s the

music, can you hear it?

get it? get me? be lost in it? yes

i’m an independent

strong black woman, but yet and still

i want, long for, and need an ol’ skool

romance. a man’s man. of the ol’ skool variety.

the ones they don’t make no more. a lost art.

my true soul’s counterpart. he hears the rhythm

and dances to his own beat. his own life’s song.

because he pauses. remembers. backs up. rewinds. repeats.

repeats. rewinds. backs up. remembers. pauses

for me. knowing me when he sees me.

really sees me. cuz we met in another lifetime

in another place. the soul remembers

what the heart forgets when the music stops.

longing to be, but can’t be as the melody

plays on the candle burns

and we sit. old souls. listening

to the words, hearing the emotion

beyond the hook with each passing rhythm

and beat. an unsullied moment. pure and

undiluted that i want to pause. remember. back up. rewind.
repeat.

repeat. rewind. back up. remember. pause.

pause. remember. back up. rewind. repeat.

repeat.

repeat.

repeat.

Pause…

~Kalliope

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