” I snap too my senses with sentences written in the language, and tones of a Dream. Speaking the language my Soul understands realizing each step I take is in the AUTHORS hands. Today My Chapter is read. Each day a page… Every Morning is my exit from cage… I beseech you too Grip this freedom granted too You! Live this Life creating stamps of Faith marking every PAGE counted a success…” – LIMITLESS #UNSTOPPABLEDREAMER #LIVELOVEHOPE #TRIPS4HOPE #1FIYAH


The brilliance of the struggle.

The Steel to flint sharpening blade.

Thought strained, but never once abandoned its course laid..,

Defined with precision.

Feeling the direction of this refreshing.

Soaking in this delicious pool of Life.

Tasting every savory drop until…

My Time is fulfilled;

I will Live…

I will Love…

I will Hope…

I have been writing poetry for over ten years now; it has been, for me, a place of safety, a place where I find a soft flowing current amongst the chaotic storms of life. Poetry is where I share my dreams– and nightmares, poetry is where…

I Flow

I flow poetry as naturally as leaves on trees producing eloquent verses holding wisdoms’ value in paragraph purses

no matter what life issues come they get easily converted to fuel for my tongue

loading bullets into my yellow #2 gun, shedding lead,

paper tablets soaking up ink the color of red

bleeding power scriptures taking wisdoms’ fists to the head

knowing my words prophetically flow poetry as naturally as leaves on trees

dropping seeds hoping for rain latter
raising my heights upon Jacobs ladder ascending, no pretending, writing my way through this maze, flowing, floating upon the currants of life so naturally actually–

poetry is ME….