That’s The Women That I Am

That’s the women that I am, do you really understand   There is an abundance of style and grace, the dynamics in the curves of my face, for those with an open mind, can you see the brilliant buoyancy that is mine. Feel the warmth that is my smile, ill-tempered impatience is not apart ofContinueContinue reading “That’s The Women That I Am”

The Power In A Symbol

There is power in a symbol, accessing the mind through its window interpreting the things that were never said, just something I read. Still we let symbolism lead the way, there is a cost if I may say an empty heart and distracted mind, we seem to be running out of time. Then for whomContinueContinue reading “The Power In A Symbol”

Happiness! Facts In The Fiction

This thing we call happiness we all seem to seek yet some never find for you is it an object! objective or state of mind. This blissfulness provoking such excitement consuming much our time it’s dynamic! how some panic with irrational antics. I seek only to understand such motivations, expectation! this jubilation it reeks suchContinueContinue reading “Happiness! Facts In The Fiction”

The Human Toll When Hate Unfolds

These bitter hearts! love speak not from a sinister will oh tender droplets clinging to the soft peddles of the daffodils. This pain brews within the confines of our fallow soul while migrating swallows sing to the whistling wind as it blows Mastery! of this misery those reckless state of minds hear the buzzing bubbleContinueContinue reading “The Human Toll When Hate Unfolds”

My Brothers Keeper

Woe! what is this anguished heaved upon them by bitter tongues that betray, this low some feeling drowning in this cesspool pit called dismay, in this confronting they were fearful, this senseless berating by those who are ungrateful, this exploiting is that not hateful. The grief with disgust yes! horrified by this mistrust they wereContinueContinue reading “My Brothers Keeper”

The Awaking

Shall not I see the depth of your indifference,the desert sun suckling the buoyancy from my brow. Will the foggy haze of impulsiveness extract its portion some how. Silence sweeping over an intolerant will, then a gasp for air before the kill. These thoughts rambling through my woeful mind, this dejected spirit now running outContinueContinue reading “The Awaking”

POP CULTURE

Long is that road that sits out before us Unfulfilled dreams this lost is not a must Promises conveyed now lacking convictions Returns un paid those deceitful redemptions Blindness in light our children’s perspective Controlling their life’s was that our objective Land of weakness their future is distorted Degrading the babies they must be abortedContinueContinue reading “POP CULTURE”

Justice Is Rude Sometimes Crud

28 years as a prison cop I’ve seen this more than not far too many young men abused to no end, just one more chapter in a life of sin. I bring this story to you and I’m telling you it is all true, but there was nothing I could do prison has a lifeContinueContinue reading “Justice Is Rude Sometimes Crud”