You Possess An Angel Of Love

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


I knew you for two weeks, two weeks

and a lifetime, Joyce B.


Inner Beauty, Instant Self

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


The King Of Thieves

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