May my lips
never part to say goodbye.

This heart would weep
forty days and forty nights
as your steps
inch further and further.

That sorrow
would plague my dreams,
for my mind
would replay your steps
as you walk further,
and furthe...

Portions of time

Have been allotted to us

To carve out

pieces of history

Leaving footprints

As markers of our existence

The rain recedes.
Black clouds perform
a disappearing act.
Blue skies return.

For every storm
covers beauty
behind turmoil,
the sun beams.
It cues for life
to leave its shelter.

A rainbow bows,
a signal that this storm
has run its ...

We bear scars
From wounds
Inflicted,
But which remain
Unseen,
Yet shaping
Every step,
Every interaction.

We bear scars
That lay dormant,
Becoming infections,
Whose healing
Becomes a herculean task.

We bear scars.
We walk
With ga...

We learn to pray with our knees dirty, palms pressed
against the concrete that remembers names,
that remembers the time the milkman skipped a house
and the time the preacher called my uncle brave.
On the corner where the light blinks like an old frien...

We learn the language of concrete — the grammar of cracks,
how mama's heels leave arguments in the hallway,
how the corner store clock eats the afternoon and spits out change.
Sirens are prayers with loud mouths,
and every bus stop is a pulpit where...

Hello miss sassy,

Here Running your game

Just Claiming the streets and

Branding your name,

Just Looking for clout,

and chasing the fame but

Your nothing but a chick and

JUST BEING A DAME

Your talent is whack, and

your li...

Pour me a glass of cold lemonade

While I chill in the shade,

Feeling good and got it made,

I got duckets, I got paid,

Feeling blessed like all day,

Wanna hang? come on down,

Roll on through to my town,

Come on to my Happy Plac...

Her cosmos is understood.

He evokes stars around her

crown like Saturn’s reign.

All he knows is to honor her

vastness,

giving space for her

power to sustain.

He allows her to pull him close;

she is gravity, as she leans on the

girth o...

Their r very few individualist in the world today

everyone is a copy cat trenderI see all them

big rim glasses everyone wearing See all these

long blond bushy pony tail extensions where is

the natural look All these follow the leader l...

I learned to pray at red lights, palms pressed to the steering wheel
like Bible pages, pulsing under fluorescent city breath.
The green don’t mean go so much as promise—
a permission slip the block keeps borrowing
from the next heartbeat. Horns te...

Bam in your face

Its me Fall Summer I

just took your place

No warning no ease on in

smash mouth let the cool begin

All last two weeks hot hot

triple digit

high ninetys u had

to deal with it

then Bam first day of Fall

She touched me, not with her

hands,

but with an open mind to truly

let me in.

She anchored me in a consistent

truth,

holding me in a stillness that

leaves me scared of the end.

My cosmic lover—she is no mere

whisper,

but an open de...

Please remove this yoke from my shoulders Lord

I beseech you

Help me lord

Help me please

Help me carry this weight

The weight of the world got me weak in the knees

Carrying the Christian cross white albatross

Keep me low to the ground

Grav...

Where have you gone?

I mean, how have you been?

Because, of course, you could

never leave my thoughts.

I keep returning to the orbit

where we used to meet,

where we’d share insights,

but the absence leaves me blind.

My words are blur...

does God like poetry?
when I stand before Him on the judgement day
will He chastise me for all that I had to say?
should I have split my nouns, verbs and adjectives
in a more reverent Sunday morning worship kind of way?

does God like poetry?
...

Your wings flapping as destiny shall continue on
Reminisce of once was, sings the lyrics of yesterday’s song
Your greatest courage, your unwavering strength
Our hearts, our passion, fused as ecstasy commenced
Soft whispers, so beautifully hear...

I learned to count my blessings on cracked sidewalks,
where the gutter taught arithmetic and the stoop kept time,
where old men bellowed scripture over double-cupped coffee
and kids traded futures like baseball cards — folded, worn,
worth measured b...