Untitled 8/17/19

Untitled 8/17/19

I want to give you a word prompt one that will set your spirit on fire and yet I feel like you ain’t gonna listen anyway so why bother you wanna talk about inclusion about the joys of freedom? but you turn truth into shame and shame those that don’t walk...
Washing of the Feet

Washing of the Feet

In the pedicure throne I found myself humbled By her open heart Her open story Early to arrive and early to break Her broken heart, holy to behold Golden light spilling forth in Her broken story Breakfast turned tragedy On vacation in Hawaii And ripples like tsunamis...
Some Kinda Way

Some Kinda Way

Laziness is a hurdle a neverending circle of time and test and births now, new, and never together and apart setting apart the differences the needed from the needless taking heed to redeem this time a needle in a haystack of death fragile like a baby’s first...
Thank you to the Groove

Thank you to the Groove

Wonderland Dystopia brought bad to the nuance of freedom In a dance Dare. I? Dare I do the things I dream? Make way for the unseen to become seen? More fool you to try to stop me I say to the mirror Your destiny opens my eyes as dreams reappear Dreaming with my eyes...