Some think you have to be famous to be a star
either very rich or affluent
Some chase what they think they will never attain in
that rarified air, way up there.
But I have a secret to share, maybe it is not so secret
perhaps you already knew.
We are stars
not the limo-riding
Lear jet flying
don't you wish you were me kind
We are the kind of stars that God bestowed upon this world
When our journey is done
We will return to the heavens and look upon
who we loved and what we have done
You have a place waiting for you more lavish than any celebrity party
more spectacular than you ever could know
There is a place amongst the stars for you in that rarified air, way up there
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
Summer’s end came sooner than expected
Cool autumnal winds have crept in
And no matter how hard we try
Nothing can bring back the summer sun, the sweetness
The beaches that seemed to stretch on for miles
All those things I saw in your eyes, or your smile
Summer’s over
All I can do is cry
What once seemed like forever
Is no more
I will always remember my time at the shore
My boy with the summer eyes
Summer is over, now we have to say goodbye
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
I can be tart,
like a lemon—
an acquired taste.
I can be cold like ice,
or sharp like glass.
I can be bright like the sun,
or dark like a storm.
I am all of these,
but never at the same time.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 12:10 PM UTC
The tighter you hold onto
money,
cars,
houses,
people,
and temporal things—
those items we covet and cherish—
in the end, don't matter.
Life will loosen your grip anyway.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
It was the circumstance of my birth
just my being here on planet earth
to be born in the '60s
to be born in a segregated USA
None of that affected me as I grew
under an illusion
that I was America too
but, the more I read and began to understand
I was born into this separated land
I used to listen to my mama
recount stories of how things used to be
those stories I thought were from long ago
are not so far away from me
I never thought about it, fighting to be free
it was something I assumed I already had
but that was naive
The things that we tell ourselves the stories that we weave
complacency or wishful thinking
How can I look at my American life the same way?
Things are not much different fifty years down the road
and I am not sure what the future holds
How can I unknow what I now know about being born in
a segregated USA
If not for those who laid life and limb on the line
those stories from my mama would too be mine
I don't know who I am now, knowing what could have been
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
What's done in darkness, soon comes to light
Bodies hidden in the dark awake from the night
Crimes committed against innocents, just because are hard to ignore
Secrets buried are secrets no more
Nameless faceless victims belonged to someone
were loved
are missed
In the forgotten decades where they lay, time moved in tiny increments.
But memories persist
Mothers, fathers, daughters, and brothers are deeply missed.
The scars on our psyche
decades of pain, horror, and despair
Descendants carry the burden from which there is no amnesty
Sentenced to carry the grief of living with the thief who stole
life
and love
Replaced with the cold, harsh light of day
that nothing could have been said
or done
to bring back your loved one
Time only serves, to show that often people do not get what they deserve.
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 12:15 PM UTC
resting my head against the window
listening to the whir of the car engine
and the radio
my brother and sister on the car seat next to me
my mother and father sitting silently
on our way home from grandma's house
streetlights light the way home
i close my eyes
and it feels like i am flying
the car moves smoothly over uneven pavement
wavelike in its motion
i open my eyes to see
the moon... watching me
we play peek-a-boo through the tops of trees
the moon and me
the brightest light in the deep night sky
racing home with me
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
You visited me in a dream
the same but different
so it seemed
I wonder why you happened into my subconsciousness
but, there you are all at ease, and your familiar smile
yes, it's been a minute
quite a while
you sat in a chair across from me
talking most exuberantly
about everything and nothing
I listened, happy to see you
I don't remember what you said
only the way you said it.
Happy to see you, when I awoke
I recalled
I saw your face, but not the words you spoke
Maybe we will meet again
in another dream
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
Mesmerizing eyes
full of sparkle and wonder
My heart melts
with the spell, I am under
Light dances in your eyes
radiating softly, offering dazzling surprises
Magical vistas, comforting and warm
I am besotted with your otherworldly, mystical charm
Tones of gold, brown, and green
such color wonders I've never seen
Ignites and magnifies
The sparkle inside of you
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 3:42 PM UTC
I don't believe in romantic love
not anymore
I have lived my life in hope
only to see it crash in despair
just to rise and do it again
I am too old to live on happily ever after dreams
and even those are not usually what they seem
I believe in the love of puppies
or kittens
in familial love or that of friends
Yet, part of me
misses that little bit of glee
when you meet someone
and revel in the possibilities
But I will get over it
I usually do
Still, sometimes it's nice to revel in an old romance
or two
Then, I am back to myself
back to not believing in romantic love ... again
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 12:35 PM UTC