This is a poem I wrote while relaxing listening to my favorite I-Heart station free-writing what came to mind, this is…




Clear as a Caribbean pool,

Our usual shade is fifty one shades from grey

I gotta say we need more day sky to get us to the,


Visually lusting after my vision, purpose driven,

The pattern of my life I’m fix’n.

The heart of soul points its affections towards sky,


You and I can fly when we set eye’s beyond starlight that’s why we fight for our,


Two walking with one mind-

Too finally find pure skies,


This poem is the best way I can express how I feel when I hear the voices of wisdom when I remember them; This is…




Thinking back, linking photographic memories to still picture,


remembering the smiles of loved one’s departed from sight;


I even miss the fights, the disagreements, & the laughter that followed after pride was swallowed.

I remember my Elders through the wisdom they gave me; I remember my Elders through their words,

they live on,

for their care fashioned me strong.

I must go on pushing through the pain,

I have to go along with the plan that took you out of hand and into arms,


I can’t wait to hear your stories


 I wish I paid more attention to them when you where before me

not realizing their value I erred thinking they bored me

I hope you have forgiven my youthful foolishness

I wish I could’ve done more then this;

wanting to show my appreciation I will live-

in your words

you exist,


taking your correction

your wisdom muscle still flex’n

to my friends I’m professing your words

such a blessing

knowing your watchful eye is still glaring, your voice still blares your cultured catch phrases:


“SAUSAGE, boy get out the way”,



I catch the tears that attempt to call you back hearing your words to keep me on track;

you tell me to stay focused, the more you loosen your grip on the past the tighter you can take hold of your future present’s

“you can’t put new wine in old wine skin’s”

“you live your life”

“We’ll be here always,



in your remembrance”….

Homesick- sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time. I wrote this free-written poem while I was dealing with an eternal longing to see a place I can only visit in my dreams; This is…

Eternal Desire


How should I proceed?

Shall I weed out this weakness,

this fading bliss which grows from ignorance into substance, rather than faded wish’s,

imagination lands on the mind as soft as true loves kisses;

my vision for this life is paradise.

I find the breeze of this vanishing dream cold when played in memory, awaking to a forcefully imposed reality.

Knowing this is all temporary;

The eye’s of my soul still remain hungry, desiring to see My…,


The origin of time where only spirits roam…..

An imagination, especially when extravagant and unrestrained; in other words…



“what’s My fantasy woman like?”  


She is a golden road to paradise; twice she has drawn from the well of my heart dipping into pools of romance and desire- at the center an unquenchable fire, blazing, grown’s of lust uncaging, for She is my fantasy.

“How did we meet?”

She caught eye as I entered into the room her fragrance consumed my senses,

Her sculpture I found delicious, my heart growing more ambitious with each step towards her.

(She turns)

In seconds our eyes lock, our souls talk, together we walk into a life one can only imagine;

glancing at her lips as they utter expectation

our conversation turns to verbal love making,

embracing mutual genius.

“I can’t believe this!”

our laughter shake’s heavenly rafters, “what?”, she asks- her voice the  tone of the finest silk.

Her lips carried the sweetest hint of milk chocolate.

Each second spent with her infinitely drives this want….


(eye’s open)

“The illusion ends…..”

It was a moment in the dream line of time;


was my fantasy.

My eye’s close once again;

my mind flows reflecting on a not so distant reality, recalling visions of an alternate casualty,  

“I’ll find her one day!”

“I promise….”


deception- something that deceives or is intended to deceive; fraud; artifice.



Watch them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

Watch them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

Watch them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

They be get’n high off of energon,

high off of energon….

They sit behind desk’s like a deceptionist,

they are an army of one whom’s outward concern equals none

They paint there faces with fake smiles

their breath holds the stench of broken promises, their souls empty vials corroded and defiled.

Decepticons drunk with pride with a fully dressed ego they stride

They thrive on ignorance feeding any being lower their venomous seduction-

Their mantra “to conquer and enslave” from the cradle to the grave.

we must be brave enough to fight for the truth until its found bringing down the high and lofty

we will teach them that the price for their deception is costly–

So keep watch for them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

So keep watch for them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

So keep watch for them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

They be get’n high off of energon-

high off of energon….

Appraisal: an estimate or considered opinion of the nature, quality, importance; the act of estimating or judging the nature or value of something or someone. This is…



You are one of Gods great gifts to mankind, standing next to, but, often seen behind. 

One would be blind not to acknowledge your strength,


prevailing through the storm still maintaining form.

Adversity born,

Hell hath no fury like you if scorned;

But if loved– 

there is no treasure you would withhold. 

Your the bringer of the Sun housed in your smile beaming light that can refresh a mile of roses posed in humility when confronted by your inner beauty.

To defy your glory would mean mutiny, therefore, no-one would dispute foolishly; 

you make it cool to be foolishly in love with the idea of you,

so how much more are we undone when the roomers ring true,

how much more we realize how much we need you

We do honor you: Mothers, Sisters, Daughters and Wives, from your love we thrive.

To put a number on what your worth would be an insult against one who has been named priceless since birth…. 


The things of the past remain there until we revive them, bringing back to life the good things we’ve experienced, but, as for the things we’ve gone through that haunt our very dreams and weight our footsteps of progression– I would like to be the first to deliver my…,



Dear Past,


I can no-longer carry-on like things are OK between us, thus I must separate myself from you,

even though,

we’ve been together since beyond remembrance;

starting our journey together the day after existence–

we shared the second breath of life together,

I inhaled,

you exhaled…,




carry you anymore-

nor your addicting feelings of,

Self condemnation,


Self suffocation & devaluation leading me back to frustration


My monstrous creation I’m ending this relation based on the constant times in my happiness you remain vacant


when misery calls for your recall you take us both into depressions free fall


I will not bring your tainted residue into my new relationship with Future!

I choose to lose your pain, hurt, embarrassment, &  insecurities;

so make sure you lose my contact info before you leave my thoughts forever to never be seen again-

And by the way Happy New year!!!




I will no-longer fear you coming back to haunt my day’s to come.

Thanks for the memories-

It’s been fun.

Very Sincerely not yours,


in the present….