walking on water

is a miracle

walking on sand

upon the water

is a riddle

I wished to prosper

but life had other plans

it handedme some stuff

and told me to begin

some poems wear a sonnet

the way some people wear a bonnet

Trust sharpens the blade

Loyalty holds you still

Love cuts your throat

Aint we glad we gottum

not the ones that r suppose

to b Supreme the ones that work

for not the people but for a racist administration

tarnishing Blacks Minorities Special needs and everyday folks

with their for whites only policies ...

I escaped the blade of the guillotine like a court jester disrespecting the queen the king thinks he knows where I'm coming from I hit em' with another one knock him off the throne it's only words carved in stone there's a twist in the tail the d...

I had to find peace which means I had to let a bunch of things go. I was holding on to things that I didnt need to hold on to. It wasnt mine to hold anyway. I gave it back to its owner. I was giving it to much meaning.

I should have found grace...

add a little sugar a honeysuckle lamb we try to recite the pieces of who I am but the words are close yet they are not quite the full measure of the spark we make tonight Curtis pulled the rhythm from a quiet space Gladys gave it wings and timel...

he gathered her from drift and dust a lonely ghost of cosmic rust he squeezed the dark until she bled a brilliant blinding dripping red “I’ll hold you close" gravity sighed to keep the wildness locked inside she grew so bright she burned so ho...

the universe is heavy and the dark is born to press it weights the drifting spirit with a terrifying stress high above the gravity commands the dust to ignite crushing down the formless gas until a star is bright but go beneath the mountain where ...

I try

I really Do

gas pricing always

risin

I try to resist

my urge to ride

I really try to stay

at home not

to hit them back

roads them concrete

city streets

such a pity I

can not do

just on the go

u know

All that money I

could b s...

A poet alchemised a stone into a spear philosophy is poetic like the force that binds the stars.We read the world before we write the words, to hold the weight is to collapse; even gravity must let go of what it receives shattering the star to see...

For SC had a wonderful month

of May

Usually hot humid high 90s

to trriple digit

but not this year lot of 80s days

not many 90s no triple digit

but now June two weeks in spittin

out that hostile humidity in u go

that Carolin...

If there is a “Penny” shortage, how can we say, “A penny for your thoughts” if there is no penny?

I love pennies. Walking supplements your income.
Do you know how many pennies I find that has been walked over and overlooked, because nobody wa...

you send me

yes
your poetry sends me
it really does

from warm fields of grain
waving languidly in southern suns of yesterday
as you watched the world
sipping on Aunt Mae's homemade ice tea
leaving no crumbs from her flakey hot buttery bi...

It was one of those quiet days

When the evening rains never came

As the breeze drifted across town

The mood and silent tranquility remained

Unchanged and unchained

Chaos had given way

To a bright and better day

In a wo...

My flow’s Ebola

My pen’s MRSA

Word play might just murk ya

Freestyles cause a crisis

Addictive versus like vices

No cure, just bad news, debt, and high prices

Old school like a Ford Taurus

Spittin’ staphylococcus, COVID, andC....

Go Spurs a forever fan you guys

young tough really good

Just a moment to take some time

bout the game when that person arrived

to upset the whole city this divider of people

with the Adams family cabinet ultra creepy

He was cheered as only N...