Some people
with forks
over knives
Some people
with forks
over knives
Oh no, a vegan
who doesn’t do squats
Better drop it low
’cause you know
what we’re after
That sift to clap sure
Shifting a muscular rapture
I was her angel her last two weeks on earth
Her spirit was ladened, her mind burdened
from the daily weights and the growing tear,
displayed on her heart’s sleeve, so ever aware
She corresponded as she knew fit, she always
knew there was more to this and heaven
seemed legit. One week ago today, she
laid her final weep and heavy head
Though last night she smiled at me,
she thanked me for the extended grace
She was transparent and knew I was an angel of
understanding. She came to tell me she appreciated
the smile and that it eased her transition into the light
that was to come. She is whole, warm, happy and home
We will meet again, on another plane in a royal throne
I am thankful for this position bestowed
9.14.13
I knew you for two weeks, two weeks
and a lifetime, Joyce B.
R.I.P.
Baby I’ve got dreams you cannot steal
This heart is infinite, my confession is real
I’m beautiful and I’m not looking at my face
This Master-Key cannot be imitated or replaced
My soul is pious, in no way shall I be phased
Unwavering is my name
5.6.14
How do people function
when vitality is stray?
They sleepwalk through town
waiting for their next fix
to numb the prowl
Might you care to
take care of you?
Strip it down, get real
you sense the call don’t you?
Your drug is lethal
though it’s legal
Everyday a slow demise
eating away at your
once precious life
A subtle poison
rotting the core
of your amazement
Reclaim, remain prestige
Take back the title
fishnetted by thieves
7.15.14