gentle and slow
slid unfelt, it reached my heart
work to the bone
sworn in earnest, torn apart
watch me crawl away
born to lose my way
hands bleed, open
greedy mouth feeds, swallowing
leave me here now, wallowing
beg not solace
kill again, away from here
wasted all this
all my sorrow, all my fear
a peaceful walk home
in slate black of a clouded winter night
whose false stars fall idly
lamp-lit drifting in their millions
quietly they rush by
down and down, hushing humming earth
a hoisted gaze
lost in them, tumbling I reel
perception adrift, gravity relenting
now a dizzying walk out and up the sky
one with the swirling crowd
settling gently earthward.
bare branches give way
foreheralding winter's sting
snow beneath grey skies
if I'd been expecting it
would I have been suave
or just as choked and nervous?
if I could meet you all over again
for the first time
and know all the things I hadn't.
a stage to play through memories.
like your favorite book
or an old, beloved film.
you would see everything underneath - all making sense
and losing no beauty.
what fun it would be to watch it all play out
smile knowing all the secrets
reciting all the lines
it's not about the ending
it's how the story's told.
in the labyrinth of my heart, a hall
home to a door below a sign
of letters painted blue
past whose oft-betrodden threshold
stand old and sturdy bookshelves, full.
rows of windows overlook
the winding roads among the trees below
and in this room I see the two
who many times have met in aeons past.
faces in their hundreds come and go
but this pair of souls affixed
falling anew with every hour remain.
brushing hands 'neath countertops,
knowing smiles, through glass
and in their darkest hidden place, passion's river flows.
on and forth this pattern goes
driven by the drumming in my breast.
living on, and when its cadence slows
through the doors below the sign they'll fly
upon their domicile close,
recite their song in aether-woven cry
body lain, heart in repose.
I will always love you.
fingertips, and breath and lips
a channel for the warmth was felt
first, leafing through a digest
just across from you.
later, feet beneath a table
volumes being given labels
the power of it, rivers, rapid
flowing both ways through.
A needful fact?
That all the same, we are born of stars
Sun-forged atoms assembled to autonomy
Imperfect, however complex.
None of these assemblies
Has any right or need
To exercise dominion or death
To begin another’s decay
Giving it back to the sky and earth
Such is our own choice
Freedom is a right to breathe
I'm from the city where smoke stacks pollute the air, making it's way into the atmosphere, in downtown, we traveled through the city I'm from uptown.
The pollution comes from melted steel, steel that's poured into molds, and molds that form some type of shapes, shapes that are rolled out, pressed out and ready to be shipped out.
Shipped out, hitting the highway's, on smaller trucks traveling the by-ways. May make it's way to different cargo ships, it's a profitable business so I doubt if anyone will every call it quits.
I mean Amazon is taking over, but is this the type of ground they really wanna cover.
All over the world you see this product, all this talk about tariffs, will importing come to a complete stop, stopping is what I doubt, but taking a hit in our pockets might cause the quiet ones to talk.
I had a vision
I was out of prison
on a warm and sunny day,
the birds were singing and
the flowers had begun to bloom.
I had a vision
that my kids were present,
my mom was there and
my girl was filled with joy
that had her consumed.
I had a vision
that my trucks were running,
the loads were filled and
they were running cross country
when drivers’ pay was
adjusted to their skills.
I had a vision
that my success was close
so close, I could touch it
so close, I could feel it
so close, I could taste it.
Now, I am ready to live it.
In this city we call "Believe Land" known around the world for it's Brown's fan's, thirsty for a winning record, not 0 and 16. But 16 and 0! Okay, Okay maybe I have high expectations, but didn't I tell you, Oh I must have forgot I'm a Brown's fan, and now that Lebron went west I'm still a Cavs fan. Welcome to where I'm from, CLE, THE LAND, BELIEVE LAND, no doubt I'm from CLEVE-LAND...
This journey that we're on is called life. Life is filled with highs and lows, mountain tops, and valley experiences, it's how we react is what draws the enemy to plan an attack...
When traveling on this journey called life we sometimes forget we're are equipped to make it to great heights.
The twist and turns may at times make us yearn, but when we get on the road of straight and narrow we have minds as sharp as an arrow.
I woke up this morning thanking God before I stood on my feet. I thank my heavenly father for all that he has done for me, and all that he is doing for me.
I thank him for my latter day's because I know they will he greater than my former day's. I thank him for the victory that has yet to come, but with my belief in him, I know it's already done. It's done because I got down on my knee's and prayed about it, knowing that the God I serve will would be about it. When praising goes up, blessings come down. Maybe not in the time we want it, but believe and you shall receive. My God is never to late, he's always on time. I'm learning everyday something new, something new about me, and something new about you. If I knew then what I know now, I would not be in this situation. Adversity promotes growth, and growth makes character. So even though, I may not have wanted this situation, it was necessary for my growth and edification. That's what trials, and tribulations is all about. No one great made it to the top without adversity, trials and tribulations. That is the antidote for greatness... And I just thank you right now Oh Lord in the name of Jesus, I thank you for all that I thought was troubling me, I thank you for allowing me to go through what I've gone through to make me a better man, to make me a great server, to make me a great father, son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin, friend, mentor, and minister for Christ Jesus. I thank you Oh Lord and I praise you, I praise you for saving me, protecting me, and giving me another chance, because without you Oh Heavenly father I would not be alive today. Thank you.!
Every glance is another admiration its just something about anything you do. I don't want to ever lose this feeling of love for you. Its warm like a winter morning by the fireplace drinking hot cocoa snuggled in that warm furry blanket. Like holding hands while looking into the stars with a cool summer breeze with our feet buried in the sand. This feeling is like every wow moment in a lifetime all at once and I don't ever want it to end. Sex in its completion beyond its aroused climaxes could never compare to the awe that makes my heart dance in your presence. Even in your absence with just the remembrance of your face is like the infinite numbers between 1 and 2
Nothing else matters but me and you. To Make something authentic from a place of love to reveal the brilliance within it is forever eternal and ever lasting Love.
We put strings on our acquaintances then call them friends stringing them along like puppets.
Tightening the rope as they grow never wanting the real.
We want puppets that feel how we feel,
love what we love,
agree with every decision,
move like us and listen.
Not like us but for us more like by us,
to buy our affection by doing exactly what we want.
Puppeteers to the masses to be puppets for the masses
Keep checking for ya homie and watch em rise to the top.
Got that hustle in his blood so he never going stop.
he Started in the dirt like a seed breaking through.
yeah that boy faith like mustard ain't no playing ketchup dude.
CEO of the boards got his stamp on the world.
People's choice is his voice under pressure like a pearl.
Thats why they clam up when they have him in they presence.
He the H.N.I.C. like a King to these peasants.
Got to talk behind his back cause he two steps ahead of yea.
Challenge on the table but ain't nobody standing up.
Second to Lord war for Love on his Shoulder.
Going heavy on these bars pushing weight like a Doser.
Big Homie of the homies getting money like he clone it
Hurricane raining dollars got dem little strippers drowing.
Keep it flooded on the streets quick get the paper towels.
Its a national disaster and he just getting out.
Did his Bit in the pin thats basic inmate training.
All he do is win that keep them losers hating.
He the source to the outlet that you never going to know.
The director to the play not the star just for show.
say he the real macoy schooling all you starving actors.
Take you as a joke so all you hear is laughter.
Not a blood nor a crip but he got a gang of money
say I kill you where you stand if you try to take it from me.
The air was cool and crisp with a summer breeze.
Just enough to move the trees
"a perfect day".
Some would say.
Me and my Love went for a drive
in my all white 325 BM
with the 17inch aluminum rims
and low profile Perrelli tires.
Fulfilling our desires we pulled up to a group of guys with content in their eyes,
but they knew what we wanted.
We handed them money and didn't want to flaunt it
we grabbed the drop and pulled to the next stop.
Then pulled off to the liquor shop. just around corner
one glass and two 22 ounces of Corona
already lit on marijuana.
Car filled with the aroma and the scent
new car smell.
I thought "man this day is going well".
Headed back to the house to try this new thing.
Glass pipe hard white sizzling with fire
then drooling pause
senses elevated to the cause
my heart is beating out my chest
my body is numb to the rest of anything except
the thoughts of triple x.
The soothing sensation of erupting stimulation
in one inhale
then it was over.
Just like that I will never again want to be sober.
Chasing the blast
The first day was my last day being me,
the last day being addiction free
That was a good day.
We are the land with no culture where materialism rules
Where the tweeter of the free world diddles his thumbs mocking us
Voters queuing in line for the next big phone
We are a mockery on the world’s stage
When the curtains are drawn
We’re the actor that forgets his lines when its time
Our borders unite but we are a country divided
Liberals in line A-M, conservatives in line N-Z
All in line for the same show
There’s nothing more divisive than beliefs
A cop, a black and an illegal walk into a bar
But only the cop walks out. The shot the illegal when he caught her trying to rape the black…bullet must
have caught him too
But not to worry, it’s all on camera so the cop will be acquitted, he needed a vacation anyway
A judge imposed a sentence imprisoning a small time dope dealer, an embarrassment to the
He hung up his robe, then left work for the day
But didn’t go straight home. He needed to unwind before facing the wife and three kids. So instead he
met his friend at a remote motel where they took turns doing blow out of the crack of an escort’s ass.
When they were done, the prosecutor went one day, the judge went the other
The hooker’d still have court on Monday
No matter how you might emphasize, you still only see the world through your own eyes.
That’s why they stay clear when others might cry.
Or maybe it’s just because nothing is real to you anymore
You might be all dialed in, but you’re disconnected, all the same
Life doesn’t exist if not shining up at you from behind a LED lit screen
Why cry when you can swipe another’s pains so easily to the left
We live in the world of now. Grandma called it impatience
But whatever, it’s better this way
Everything you could want is at the tip of your finger
Lust, love and other intoxicating drugs, plus everything’s delivered. Then if you don’t like it just give it a
bad review on Yelp.
Work ethics, courtesy and virtues are for old people
Who wouldn’t want to live here and now?
Where a man could wear a dress and become woman of the year?
Where everyday hard working women were made to feel less without a fake ass or fake titties
Fake nails or fake hair?
Tell me…how is that fair?
A pencil of course.
I have and I will
Erase bad habits and
Traits that I’ve become
Accustomed to. And by
Me being a pencil and
Not a pen, I can start
Fresh at things and you’ll
Never know of the things
I’ve erased unless I tell
You. I guess you can say
I have a good eraser. Just writing this
I’ve erased 3 times. I sometimes tend to
Start things without putting
Much thought into so I
Have to start over.
Thank god for erasers. To
Sum it all up, pencils
Are temporary and pens
Are permanent. And
Everyone deserves a second
Is that I worked with the more
Fragile population. I took care of
8 intellectually disabled men who
Needed my determination. I
Graduated from college with a
Degree in Gerontology. I made
My family and friends all
Proud of me. I was offered
A job at a nursing home as an
Activities coordinator but I
Turned it down to continue my
Education at the University of
Toledo’s Clinical Nurse Leader
Master’s program. While preparing
For the program I continued my
Work at the group home. Then
One day I went with a friend to buy some weed. What was
A routine drug deal turned into
A robbery, and my friend was
Taken away and all was left was
His seed.The local news painted
Me as a violent person and
Disregarded all that I had done.
Not for myself, but for the fragile population.
Watching the sun and moon exchange places in the sky
As the seasons and years come and go
The earth coming alive then fading away
Another season or year passing just for another to take its place
First there is spring
With the budding of the flowers and trees
The grass turning from pale to lively green
New life begins
Next comes summer
The flowers now in full bloom
Birds singing in the trees, along with a new hive of bees
The sounds and smells of the season in the air
Then comes fall
Vibrant colors everywhere
Stealing summer’s harvest
The cooling of my little patch of earth
Now it’s winter’s turn
A time when everything seems to slow
The snow covers the land
Earth’s way of taking a much needed rest
Along with these wonderful sights and events
Watching not only the seasons but years pass by my window
Seeing my reflection in the window’s glass
Aging as each season and year fades away
This is how I think about my childhood to adulthood, the changes that brought me to my current
situation, and what I have got to do to change now and upon my release.
For years after graduating from high school (I graduated at the age of 16), I worked various jobs,
from a fry cook to a janitor. It is not as if I was dumb; I graduated with A’s and one B for a 3.75
GPA. I just did not know what I wanted to do in life at the time. Then at the age of 20, I joined
the U.S. Navy.
After completing boot camp, I was trained in radar and sonar and assigned to the Pacific Fleet.
Without going into a lot of details, I was tested multiple times over a three year period, each time
being upgraded in rank and pay until I finished my officers’ training. Once I had completed the
required courses, I was assigned to an Ohio Class Trident Nuclear Submarine stationed out of
Groton, Connecticut. After serving 8 years I was honorably discharged in 1986, retiring as a
The changes from high school to various jobs to joining the Navy (which included changes in
what I wore, from school clothes to work clothes to a Navy Uniform), each brought a new
understanding of life from being a teenager to becoming a man.
Since becoming a civilian, I have fathered two children and adopted one. Talk about change!
Fatherhood is a responsibility that can drive you crazy and make you proud, all at the same time.
This is something I would not change, for children are a gift from GOD and a part of your life
that is the greatest of rewards.
Throughout the stages of my life I have been to many places, done fun and scary things, and seen
wonderful and not-so-wonderful events. The most painful of them was when I went to prison. I
lost not only my personal possessions, but family, friends, and loved ones – most of all my
Living in the prison system for any period of time, you can and in ways do become
institutionalized. So upon release, it can be hard to adjust to being a free person. With the time I
have done and when I will be released, I am facing a change that is in some ways scary but also
anticipated. There are many choices I need to make; one is to realize I am no longer incarcerated.
Another is to become reconnected or reacquainted with family, friends, and loved ones, to face
the pain I’ve caused them and others. I will be proving not only to myself but to those I hurt that
I am not that person who is going to do the same thing over and over expecting a different result.
It’s time for me to wise up, face my wrongs, and become the person I could have, should have,
and can be. It’s time to show that I am a person who is valued and can make a difference, who
can use wisdom, which means to use knowledge, good judgment, understanding, and insight. I
need to treat others with the respect they deserve, taking full responsibility for my deeds and
actions, living a life making good choices and not the one of incarceration.
What is happiness?
Who can say?
One’s happiness may be another’s misery!
Do I really need to dance like a fool?
Smile like a clown!
Does that truly mean I’m happy or is it just a mask?
People tell me I’m dark or sad or angry.
They say be happy, act happy, write happy!
Aren’t we told even as children to do what makes you happy?
That we need to make our own happiness and not count on others?
Can you make others happy if you can’t make yourself happy?
Some say yes, just ask Robin Williams, John Belushi, or Chris Farley.
How happy were they?
How happy was Lenny Bruce and so many others?
Just because I make you happy does not help me,
At times it may even scare me.
So really when I’m told,
“You should be happy and you will write happy things”
Is that for your benefit or mine?
Maybe, just maybe I like living in the dark.
It may be where my happiness lies.
Remember rainbows fade, puppies grow old,
There really is no pot of gold, and unicorns don’t exist!
But the dark is real and forever
And for some of us that’s enough.
The truth behind the mask is hurt. With every Joy is an equal amount of desire to destroy groups of minds, groups of bodies, the reduction of smiles, and the increase in mayhem, increase in violence, increased in intense beatings, either my own or others, because behind the mask is a desire for a judgement day, due to a severe self righteous concept that everyone else is just a enemy deserving nothing more than anguish, and fates fit for sinners. Sinners being everyone other than whom I chose because I know what's best, sudden death. The truth behind the happy little pushover is the continuous voices that has guided his talents and accomplishments for numerous years without acting on such desires of vengeful homicides only to satisfy the truth behind the daydream of demise and decay because all life is ungrateful and wasteful. No one cares about his pain. But the mask... The mask is his reality.