Speaking While Remaining Silent

By Bariss

Within these pages you’ll find a combination of
actual emotional mental and fictional artifacts
of truth. From personal experiences to bits and
pieces; shared by others and sprinkled with my own added
twist and/or interpretations. Childhood memories, faded
by age, to current events of the here and now- with traces
of hope: to the hereafter and beyond! Without pinpointing
specific race, creed, or color. The words or reactions, rhymes
and reason could be relative to any person, young or old at
heart. No matter what background or your origin. In some
form, you may be able to relate. This journey of life takes us
many places and we cross paths that leave physical and mental
impressions- some positive, some negative. How we choose
to handle realities and the choices and paths - could be life
changing. Words and sentences, no matter how blunt or brief
can have several different meanings and can take on multiple
forms. As you read, you will proceed....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781984587343

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Copyright © 2012 by Bariss.

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Contents

Dedication

After Ours . . .

Swing-Low

Art of; Me

Fool’s Paradise

After the Tone

Marty’s Lyrics

Black Gold

Ugly WHO?

Balance Due

A Stranger In The House

Bachelors—Decree

Masters

Ceramic Hearts

Butter Flies

Break-Release

Trading Places

Country Soul Blues

In Living Color

Con-Man

AA

Dim Sum

Rock Bottom

Doe-Rae-Me

I’m Just Me

Doctor Who

Romancing Home

Dolla’s no sense

Puppy Love

Entourage

Tori’s Secret

Family Fued

In Plain Sight

Forever 21

Daddy’s World

forecast

Pillow talk

True Colors

I Am

I-C-U . . .

I.C-

Invisible Tattos

Daydream Cafe

It’s Yo Thang

Jack & Jill

Latch Key

B-Me

Life Swap

Face Book

Long Story Short

What Time Is It

Nothings Free

9-2-1

On My Shoulders

Moment In Time

Oh Zone

Merging Lanes

Paper or plastic

Part time lover

Phd

Am I Ashamed of Me

Cellophane Backpacks

Rear View

Affidavit

Rolls, Rows, Roles, Rose

20/20

Sister Act

Second Hard

Sleeping Dogs

Truth B Told

Slipping into Darkness

Without A-Trace

South Park

Ginger Snapped . . .

Tapout

Spinoff

Tear Drop Soup

Two-Faced

T.P’s—Webb

This Is Christmas

Three Doors Down

Four Leaf Clover

Twinkle Twinkle

Blackout . . .

Winner Take All

Dial Tone

We Due This . . .

Kinder—guardian

See Threw Me

Yesterdays Happen

Unwrapped

Grumma Beta Gamma

Dedication

I have a netwok to thank for my being able to sustain and complete this project! All my children, their children, my siblings, and a host of neices and nephews. They keep my energies flowing! Kudos Sweet Lou on EVOKING any encore perfomances! Most of all I thank God for Inspiring and Restoring me!

Honorary editing: Genoris, Carol Vidal, Connie Battles & Diane Williams

After Ours . . .

Like a motherless child in a nursery

Pacing the floor for hours

Flowers; unforseen powers—

Twin Towers—

Hoping for the light of day;

We Pray

After ours,

One can honestly say,

I’ll never love this weigh; again

Between 41 and seventy four

How many more battles are there to win?

Meeting in Europe for 2012

If you’re not sleepless in Seattle

After sixty first unable to contain hurt

Blessed with a shield, helmet, and the friendship

of Missed Battles . . .

After ours;

learning what family

truely is

Start disabling rookies; after hours for Tookie

remaining veterans

Nothing left to give

Swartzenagger shouldn’t be pulling the plug

on wages—unturned pages in this life 2 live

After hours; both hands tied & behind our backs

Pushed up against the wall;

like the Lakers dynamic duo

Causing a dynasty to fall;

Repercussion of our countrys administrative

Relapse

How can we recoupe when all we know

as normal has snapped?

Into the twilight zone we’ve overlapped.

After ours; What will Be?

Swing-Low

Sweet chariots; can somebody

tell me where I really belong

wasn’t shipped over from south central Africa

ain’t coming for to carry me home

Can one feel so low yet hope

so high?

Is there an in between

Dreams and fears dragging the ground

facts lingering; Iceland is all green

I looked over my shoulder and what

I thought I saw

was shadows of history on my brow

found out; being me was against the law

of gravity. Swing low next to sweet & low a cavity

Riders;

single family homes don’t mean

one parent trying to be the sole provider

Like John Q an HMO you must always know

there’s always areas of grey

Sure hope you got some people in high places

cause for lowdown; gone be a price to pay

Swing low but come up aiming high

it may be your only chance to shoot 4 the stars

If all else fails your only hope to prevail

is swinging; aiming to raising the bar levels of peace

existing in where and who you ARE . . .

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