Saint’s Work

Death is the ultimate revealer
What is left behind is a legacy, a mirror
Most of us would never think twice
But did you live a life of vice
Or one of primal communion?
Did you extend the union within your soul
To console the lost who needed counsel?
Were you a healer or a saint
Will what you did reflect Love’s Face?

Queen B Wanna Be

Grammar queen I am not
I trip at the thought of a semicolon
Let me google the proper way
to place that dot or two
Dude, I’m just like you
You suck at grammar too
Except not you, you
went to literary school
I’m a hard knocks intuition boo


How Do We Defend Ourselves

In what is viewed as a selfish attempt
In truth I guard my fence
I don’t want to let them in
Like a defense mechanism replayed again
Like I’ll be tainted if my walls come down
I’m so guarded, selfish flaw
Genetic perhaps, as my father also walls
Or human nature, my husband too feels the draw
Protection, security or masked sincerity
There’s so much I’ve yet to classify
Why must I feel the need to even try
Discontent, stomach cringe, name these and I’ll remember
Just want to point the finger at some sort of reasoning
So I can live again Selfish grace of sins?
Defense mechanism for sure
Question like that to anyone who’s selfish in love
Selfish for certain reasons, huh?
Because I know people are affected by
my magic marker, I need to have a
defense mechanism, I haunt them