these words might find you
or you may find these words
one hundred years from now
or maybe more

it might find you somewhere inside my house
a silver box in the basement
or under a loose board in the attic
there will be no lock on it

it...

poem
tucked neatly and discretely away
underneath three upside down walnut shells

people
places
thangs

carnival sounds and tasty Caribbean ware
colorful
festive costumes surround us
contemplating

it is about you?

watching me shift the s...

Summer camp 1983, we just left the pool

Rushing to catch the bus, I grabbed my shorts off of a stool

I pulled the zipper of my cut off shorts much to quick

And managed to fasten up all my kibble and bits!

Unable to release both my family jewel...

Ma bell

The muse upon my mind

Glistening in the sun all the time

Heavy sometimes

In shade

The light

Moon blue

Heavens lights

Upon burning candle tips

Forever always

is within all our sights

Go there with me

from the day into the night,

when the sun cools its temper

and the moon enjoys the shade.

Let us be free as a cloud,

skipping rain drops in a lake,

remembering that it’s possible

to have fun with the impos...

Imagine what the world would be like if we could exceed the mind. If we could push the limits of what we feel and override all of our faults with just our thinking. We are magnificient beyond all imagination and we create our world day by day and ...

Matthew 7:13-14

For wideis the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction

Narrow the road that leads to life only a few find it....

And so it goes

This road cuts deepin the soles of my feet

Granite pebbles pierce my soul

they came in
famished
this place either highly recommended
five start positive reviews
or the first thing they saw at 2 a.m.
open
with bright flashing neon lights seen from off the main road

the aroma was quite pleasant
settling into the...

if I were a betting man
and I ain't

desperate in my addictions
gambling hotline number on speed dial
counselors know me on a first name basis
we’re all mutual friends on Facebook
TikTok
or whatever

if I were a betting man
and I ain'...

You really have to look at the world and you need to believe that we are in the service of each other. At least that is my take on it. The world is what it is and you have survived the hardest part. You just dont know it yet. Every single day you ...

I was not really unfaithful
or having a cheating moment
a relapse of the days
or more like
uneven
gloriously blissful
intoxicating and
unapologetic nights
when I approached her shores
to sow my wild oats

and you were up and about
doin...

you are
so close to my heart
as each beat pounds metronomic rhythms of love
coinciding with my motions and movements

you are
the center of my every thought
the author of my passions
my pains
the inspiration for words of poetry
beautiful...

perplexed, annoyed

climbing through the abyss

staring into the void

wondering

has this always been mankind's

persistent role

spinning reels of lifelines

of hardship and toil

as the revolving door of life

The road to revenge

burns two bridges

if you’re so happy w/o me

then why are you trippin?

Your arrogance blinds you

from the connection

and the protection

that comes with MY connection

to God Divine Presence…

I don’t und...

poems for her wedding
three-tiered
decorated with sweet words and flowers
sliced into small pieces for the tuxedoed and gowned masses

poems for his funeral
emotional
sprinkle in a little
‘Jesus’
a little
‘when we all get to heaven
we a...

She stands in a place where the ground still aches

Where everything around her has already given in

She doesn’t call for help

She learned not to disturb the peace

There was a time she might have cried out in misery

Before the silence ta...

sometimes Heaven gets a call and the caller is me and I want to talk to someone I believe is there but I am told "there's no one here by that name" I hang up disappointed think for awhile then dial the other place thinking to myself there must be ...

Talking is giving birth to creation.

Every word is a labor,

thoughts pulled from the unseen and pushed into form.

Every syllable carries something waiting to live.

Be careful.

Your mouth is a womb.

You don’t just speak.

You ...