freed

In Deep

One Penny Short

Pennies in the street.. walk on by...no one seems concerned... left in the creases of a seat... devalued can't compete... pitching them away... worthless is what you say... you keep judging me...like pennies on the concrete... we all make cent... get the hint...copper is a covering... never was I born this way for nothing...in the big scheme of things...adding up is everything... quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies , we all make change...never say I can't be countless... I'll be the penny in the street... although I'm walked over, tossed about , and left out. ..when you get in a bind... It's me , you try to find.

Last Respect

chalk traced images

surrounded by blood spills 

covering concrete like roadkill 

another and then another 

afraid to pull back the cover 

repeat and repeat again 

extraterrestrial beings hovering 

hands releasing balloons with purple strings

scrambling for justice and peace 

holding on to memories 

pouring booze on the wreath 

holding back teardrops 

searching for a solution 

rearranging emotions 

trying not to start confusion 

minding my own 

screaming inside with a silent tone 

momentarily needs to be left alone 

until the pain is all gone 

things always seem better 

at the break of dawn 

I knew how to chase the wind 

never knew how to face the storm 

" If I didn't know"

If I didn't know 

would it matter 

would pain really hurt 

If I didn't know laughter 

would I be afraid of darkness 

If I had never seen the light 

and the horizontal peak 

that glimmers in my sight 

If I didn't know the rain 

and the wetness that it bring 

the melody in music 

when I sing 

what would it really mean 

If I didn't hear 

the first breath of 

a newborn babe 

see ripples in the ocean waves 

difference between night and day 

would everything be okay 

If I didn't know 

the sensation in a kiss 

or smell the aroma of the finest dish 

what would I have missed 

If I didn't know

how to distinguish betwe...

"Whom shall I trust "

trust not my hands 

can't grip the sand 

my eyes tell lies 

what I see 

I don't understand why 

my ears hear the truth 

but still choose to deny 

my lips will lose control 

they will speak 

when it needs to be quiet 

my feet will slip 

on the tears that I cry 

can't trust my thoughts 

they get confused 

and can't decide 

there is a thump 

that beats deep inside 

It's found all the hurt 

that I tried to hide 

It falls so hard 

that it shatters 

doesn't even need 

to know the reason 

It really doesn't matter 

It's capable of a break or mend 

It can despise and love me 

over and over again 

let me introduce you 

to my safe ha...

Turn up the Volume

I hear everything 

but I say nothing 

because I don't speak 

doesn't mean I don't know 

It's not always what you say 

sometimes it's the words 

you didn't let go 

It's a story in the silence 

It's the calm 

before the wind blow 

because you shut up

I still heard more 

It's a saying that 

every closed eye isn't sleep 

my saying is 

I can still figure out 

what you saying 

even though you don't speak

Keep your head up

keeping my head above water

Is a chore 

I tip toe 

If I slip 

I let go 

the world see me 

show of hands no

I got mine

you got yours 

and the rest 

you already know 

feeling my way 

through the haze 

get over it 

has become a familiar phrase 

lean on me 

Is only lyrics in a song 

Popeye the sailor man 

Is the only one I know is strong 

there is always a brighter day 

Thank you Kirk 

Inspirational song 

with the words you say 

every breath I take 

Is above the wave 

I keep my feet steady 

I can exhale for days 

there is a calm in the storm 

I feel it in the atmosphere  

I can see the clouds form 

If I can keep my ...

Poets Dynasty

writers thoughts are combustible

seeping through receptors

Igniting syllables 

Ink dropping phrases 

on the slate like miracles 

six sense alarmed and activated 

In a poet's playhouse 

keeping you captivated 

taking you on a voyage 

Inside a poet's domain 

relax yourself as you adventure 

through a poet's hall of fame 

I know the shock can be electrifying 

Ideas keep popping off 

thoughts keep multiplying 

close your eyes 

you are inside a poet's dream 

your mind is seeing the world 

from a place it's never seen 

built on a foundation 

with kingdoms of Kings and Queens 

with word processing minds 

that's working faster than machines 

" My Moment "

at times I survive 

In the moment

I'm fragile / insecure / vulnerable

gentle / realistic / simple 

In the moment

I'm weak / unforgivable / hateful 

thowd / sensitive / upbeat

In the moment 

I'm analytical / emotionless / unlovable

egotistical / pessimistic / pissed 

In the moment

I'm vexed / superficial / depressed

confessional / miserable / hot mess 

In the moment

I'm engaging / innocent / caring 

compassionate / ambitious / resilient

I'm surviving by living in the moment

" Stop Clowning Around "

creeping clowns 

what are you hiding 

behind the suit 

standing in the shadow 

of darkness 

you stare and 

we stare back at you 

the color of your hair-do

who are you with the bright eyes 

no one's playing peek-a-boo 

and the eyebrows that stay surprised

painted grin disguise

you live in a lonely place 

gathering attention 

that's not a crime 

If that's what you see 

In your dimension 

maybe the world is a giant circus 

from your perspective 

the way you portray yourself 

has not affected me directly 

maybe it's not who you are 

It's the bizarre character 

that keeps us wondering 

why you are 

the way that you are ...