I never talked about

I never do talk about

What would be nothing more

Than a pointless argument

A shouting match

With no winner

I think we were cast on a journey where all things would be both known and unknown to us. We are cosmic beings but I just want to make sure you are having some fun while you are here. Take advantage literally of everything that the world has to of...

Time is a quiet teacher

it never raises its voice,

never begs to be noticed,

yet somehow,

it is always heard.

It slips through our fingers

like water we swore we could hold,

pooling in memories,

dripping into regrets,

can you see me?

a quick glance at my face
and longer stare at the clothes I wear
answering arbitrary questions

"do you got a job?"
or
"what kinda car you drive?"

and I smiled
giving acceptable
and yet
honest answers

we sat there over di...

Have you ever

Written your name on a foggy window

Childs play

You know when its warm inside

And its cold outside

Use your finger as a pen

Condensation is a sketch book

Temporary letters

Kiss the glass

Ephemeral consonant...

Just came out from debrief
aligning my perspective

calming my mind
focusing on the objective

tuning in...
myheartbeat

racing ever so slightly
my vision,focusingupon mymission

Let mecheckmy pulse
still strong

check...
remove th...

In between heartbeats

Whispered breaths of love

Nevertheless blessed

In the shadows of the witness

Beneath the golden horizons blessed

Sun-kissed

Upon the dawns’

New quest

Moonlit waves crashing

In the air

Bre...

it was all too good to be true...

you
in that hip-huggin’ black dress
just lookin’ for me to
lock my arms around your waist
and hold you tighter than a crack addict holds his habit

your hair
flowing freely
softly
just lookin’ for my f...

I know it's here
somewhere

saw it yesterday
scurrying underneath the bed
hiding safely in the shadows
scampering into the darkness of the closet

I chased it
looked for the flashlight in the drawer
by the time I returned
shaking the pi...

They gave her a scarlet letter

without ink, without proof, without truth,

just a whisper that slithered

through rooms she never stepped into.

A rumor…

dressed up like fact,

perfumed in assumption,

handed out like invitations t...

the silence between us is a bridge where the echo of the chorus plays we strum the strings as we turn the page a thousand different ways to split a solo into a twin flame we always did belong on the same stage carrying notes but if it's a poem ...

personally I don't eat everybody's gumbo I don't know what the big deal is about it gumbo is like potato salad it's a right way and a wrong way to make it according everyone's taste if you ask me "don't ask me" I'm not a food critic and I don't do...

I learned that lies

don’t always arrive loudly.

Sometimes they come softly,

wrapped in kind words,

patient smiles,

and promises that sound like peace.

You came to me

with what looked like sincerity.

You spoke like a man...

Let's keep it Real,

Let's keep it 100,

Come clean,

make amends, and

be true,

Let the truth be known,

be known from you,

Just show your true colors,

Let's Love one another,

We are God's Creations,

My sistahs and brothas!!

We are a unio...

The rain came again

that beautiful surround sound

that rhapsody beat that rhythmic melody

massaging the mind the brain

the perfect therapy for my diagnosed PTSD

Come on down absolute love how you calm my soul

therapudic all the way around

L...

The rain came again

that beautiful surround sound

that rhapsody beat that rhythmic melody

massaging the mind the brain

the perfect therapy for my diagnosed PTSD

Come on down absolute love how you calm my soul

therapudic all the way around

L...

How does a man call himself a father

yet wake each morning with such ease?

How does he stretch his arms to the sunlight

without the weight of the children

he helped bring into this world?

How does he sit at a table and eat,

t...

Sunday morning, sitting on a pew near the door

A quick nod to the usher who just gave me a program before

I stare at Jesus and John, lit by the sun framed in stained glass

‘God is God’ the pastor with passion will ask

All the time!