Rambling poet #3

Guess I’ll go on eating the morsels of my reality. I’m thinking I could choke, because each bite sure does get harder to swallow.
Internally I’m fighting with pandemonium, falling into the pitfalls of what has ended us.  I can’t stop throwing your words in the fireplace, I enjoy watching them burn into ash through the chimney.
Metaphoric how your mouth blows fire and burn lies through my mind.
And as the sky clears, the truth is obvious. I begin to release a slow and agonizing sadness.
I wonder what lies underneath your lies, when you lay them into the comfort of my truth?
Truth is,
I’m full from the pieces of broken heart sitting in the pit of my stomach.






Can’t catch me!

My frown is my protection from

the expectations of happiness.

But you keep trying to pull me from behind

My safety.

Don’t you know that me hiding behind the moon

Keeps the sun from out of my eyes?



God is an amazing artist.

He created my skin color,

The most beautiful and permanent tattoo.

Something Like Haiku.

Haikus are the writers assessment test…and as usual I fail, not because I don’t know what to do but because I don’t follow rules. 🙂

Here are a few of my *something like haikus*:

White sheets

Wrap your warmth around me

Stop my body’s tremble

From the cold white sheets.

The cat

The cat purrs

As if she is sighing

Wonder if that is pain sounds?

 Who can control the reflections?

I punch the mirror

To distort my reflection

The image won’t change.


6 minutes later

The time stays

Is my clock broken?

Or did time stand still?

Guess ill add more as I write them.

Heart And Mind/A Divided Partnership


A divided partnership

-My mind is this relationships backbone

-Putting the abuse into perspective

-I love him, my heart broken with actions

-but mended with words

-Skipping a beat when I hear the beat of your ringtone

-You’ve walked on me for the last time

-Your fabricated words of love so heavy, trying to crack my hearts shield

-But not with those unloving actions administering this experience

-Each touch feels like silk, nothing can replace this exciting

-anxiety as it hits me in speeds like going through a wind tunnel.

-A part of me feels cheated, left with nothing to show but gray hairs

and my thoughts.

-My mind is this relationships backbone.

-My heart is this relationships cheerleader.

-Dancing, bouncing across walls. My picture perfect family

With too many blemishes.

-My heart, my mind, a divided partnership.

-With each thought moving me forward

-Each heart beat moving me backward

-A twisted dance created by insecurity masked in contentment

The Kings Dream: Rememberance of “I Have A Dream”

The Kings Dream

After his dream, a man awoke and shared the details.

His words created progression within the black communities, proud hands waving in the air listening to each letter in each word form into monumental sentences and history making paragraphs, building road blocks against oppression and a cement floor to protect the fighters of discrimination.

 And with borrowed words, I share this dream;

“This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.”

As I take that in I realize, Words we speak into existence have power to build or destroy. Speaking positivity into the minds of those living in negativity can tickle the soul like feathers to the cheek, while words of inequity can damage the insides, almost like a wrecking ball deliberately disfiguring your confidences, a giant scar on the human mind, and a giant scar to our communities. As we once again land ourselves in the brink of breaking down, I’d like to share with you the power of my words, because I too, share the King’s dream. My left eye sees his words scrolling, strength reincarnated, while reading:  “With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day”, while the other eye watches as our youth is dissipating under the feet of their own brothers and sisters, foot prints on our faces, bloods and crips creeping around with blood on their hands, gang signs. Watching our men drop like apples from a tree, numbers high in violence and low in test scores, we are losing to ourselves in a battle created within our own selves. So with the power of my words, I remain determined..To remind you all of the dream..The Kings dream, in hopes that there will come a day when his dream, our dream- will become a reality of strengthened brotherhood with positive words spoken into existence, building our men and destroying the wrecking ball deliberately disfiguring our confidences.

Rambling poet #2

We’re running out of time!

Giant clocks with hands turning counter-wise

Decisions based upon the speed of when the flowers bloom

Moving at a snail’s pace, in a rush while running from an immutable fate

As the sky calls on for its next victim…