Much like my dream
Poetry sanction me
To be anyone
and
everyone
I want to be

To
explore the places
In my mind’s eye
And dwell from the
Most magical place
In all the world

My
imagination


I like that!

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS

5+5=10
2+8=10
7+3=10
3+710
9+1=10
6+4=10
We all live different lives
Have different experiences
Different styles
Different sayers
But in the end it doesn’t matter which path
We have taken to get there,
The answer is the same.

Poetry is about feelings
Experiences, stories, emotions.
Or whatever that needs to come out
Allowing the mind
To express what it feels
Without judgment or shame
Whether you agree with it or not
It is still 👆🏽

My only desire for those on the receiving end,
Is to inspire more feeling.
And
If I’m lucky, challenge your perspective
On a positive note.

My problem
With love
I hate that
Mosquitos
love me

As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all  
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................

You think
You know a poet
Based on his writing
And the
Beautiful words
He whispers
In your ear

His words
An ocean
Of promises
Full of light

His words
At times
Could  make
Your heart
Shiver in desires
And
Your knees
Buckle as you
Stand in wonderment
In awe
Of the beautiful words
He bleeds

But the truth is
You don’t

Because a poet will
Only gives you a glance
Of  how he feels
In the moment

And
In his moment
Lost in the moment
Try to be found in the moment
His thoughts may be nothing
More than a vision of ecstasy
A beautiful illusion

If you truly want to
Know a poet
Once in awhile take a dive
Into the depths of his eyes
Between the bitterness
And the sea

There ,
You’ll see
Everything you need to see
For his eyes
Could show more tales
Than words
Can ever tell

In the depths of his eyes
You will see exactly
What is veiled behind it all
A place where darkness dwell
Or
A place where the light
Shines brighter
Than the Stars above.

A lot of relationships
Sadly comes to an end
Because of people’s error
People’s stubbornness
People’s misunderstanding
I mean,
To think that
you know your spouse
Because you cuddled each evening
Would be very ungrateful.
How can you know the woman?
How can you know the man?
They are processes,
they are not things.
The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today
The man you made love to last night, is way gone reborn again
So much water has gone
down the Ganges;
They’re somebody else,
totally different.
So much has changed
Each day anew
Relate again,
Explore again,
don't ever take it for granted.
Cherish each moment
like a new day to love us all over again.

Poor little heart
Draped in blues
No one seems to cares
No one seems to notices
No one seems to knows that
You’re such a romantic poem
Draping in magical desires
Waiting to be read.

impossible
If I can love
With a broken heart

If I can smile
With a broken mind

Then I can fly
With a broken wing

Fly I will,
Fly
I
Will

The poet
My mind
My insanity
My cups
My plates
My lamps
My papers
My hats
My shower
My foods
My news
My president
My eyes
My hands
My ways
My bed
My compassion
My sexiness
My health
My infidelity
My faithfulness
My dreams
My goals
My failures
My risen
My misunderstanding
My intellect
My understanding
My stubbornness
My pets
My neighbors
My environment
My toxic energy
My ideals
My shoes
My streets
My chair
My mirror
My job
My heart
My money
My poverty
My clothes
My mother
My father
My sister
My brother
My friends
My car
The sky
The clouds
The ocean
The birds
This movie
This song
This talk
The trees
The rain
The plane
This place
This pain
This nonsense
This heartbreak
This cancer
This earth
This man
This woman
This stranger
This stove
My story
My wife
My husband
My lovers
My words
My books
My failure
My selfishness
My goodwill
My selflessness
My smile
My laughter
My swags
My story
This poem
This poet
This plane
This automobile
This gun
This knife
This world
Much etc
I wish my mind
Would accept that
One of them is going to be
The death of me.

I was too cold
to love
I was too hungry
To share
I was too disturbed
to see
I was too crushed
to care…
I was too hopeless
to believe…
I was too empty
to feel
I was too proud
to ask for help
I was too weak
to pray
I was too busy hating myself
to love myself
Until words gave me eyes
to see
I could find beauty
in these dark moments

to accept

They say
The saddest heart
And the coldest poems
Are teller made for the
Most written poetry’s ever read
So
That  had my mind wondered
If there was
Any poetry for love
As
There was poetry’s for pain
So
I had to pretend
Or
Make believe that
The answer is Yes
Because in
My illusion's
My desire's
My craving's
There is only
One song
For I am
A
Happily
Ever after
Kinda
Guy

Perhaps,
Let’s be real here.
Real men don’t fall for looks
Baby I’d rather fall for your words
I heard sometimes, it could last a lifetime

Before it’s all over
This silent killer will pounce
On us
Like a falcon

This silent killer will throw us around
Like a lion with its prey

Then
It’ll stand over us
And watch us fall
Like stars out of the sky

And
Just when this silent killer
Think that
We about to hit
the ground to suffocate
In our own blood
And
Send us all to darkness

WE’LL TAKE FLIGHT

BECAUSE
WE SAY WE CAN

BECAUSE
THAT’S WHO
WE ARE

BECAUSE
WE WILL

BECAUSE
MY FRIENDS
WE CAN FLY

The greatest thing
in life are the people
We  love , the places
We’ve seen, and
The memories we’ve
Made along the way

Where do you
See yourself
At the end of the day with
The people you love
And the things you like

Do you used the things
And love the people ?

Or do you love the things
And used the people ?

Based on
how you answer
This question
Will shed light on
where
You stand in life

But Understand that
A person
Who lacks compassion
Is their own hangman

It’s never too late to
Find a way to
Appreciate those
Who love you best

That’s the message!

I wonder if my bed could talk
What would she tell the world about me ?
Would she be loyal to me
And keep my secrets ?

Would she tell the world
How I always treat her like royalty
Morning , night and day?

Would she breaks her promise to me
And tell the world
How many faces she counted
Throughout the years?

Or
Would she stand up for me
And tell the world to mind
It’s own **** business...

I wonder if my bed could talk
What would she tell the world about me?

Would she tell the world
How I fixed her up so pretty every morning ?

Or
Would she share our secrets
And tell the world
Just
In hours later I have her
Looking like an old rag
And
Smell like *** in a bottle ?

I wonder if my bed could talk
What would she tell the world about me?

Would she whisper my secrets
Softly behind my back to Mr.Jones
About how Mrs. Jones and I
Be dancing the night away ?

Or
Would she be faithful to me
And keep my secrets safe ?

I wonder if my bed could talk
What would she tell the world about me ?

Or
would it be fair to say
Maybe I’m just a paranoid man
Who’s just wondering a little bit too **** much ?
Sometimes I wonder to wonder

I just can’t help noticing
So many poets
With splits hearts
The hearts that cries out for help
Yet I’ve noticed
The silent sounds
From the comments
The words you’ve  never said
Not a sound is heard
As they’re desperately crying for help
Their tears are falling for us
Their words crying ink
To be touched and set free
we must open our eyes
To their writings for it has a tale to tell
A glimpse of the roller-coaster of emotions
going on through the poets lives
But many go unnoticed
So I prayed
We can noticed their cries
And shield them from dangers unaware
And try to see yourself through the poets minds
Sometimes I ask myself
Are they truly In need of help
Or Is it just writings
And since I don’t have the answer
You don’t know the answer
We must and should
Reached out
Yes it is true
It’s not  our profession
But it is also true that
We are all God’s creatures
And the great book says
help those who cannot
Help themselves
So next time you
And you and you
Notice a writer
Crying out for help through their ink
It won’t hurt to send
them a few words
of encouragement
A few words of hope
Or maybe just a good morning
Sometimes goes a long way
let them know
Life is precious
It has its ups and downs
But it always gets better
As I expressed
It wasn’t long ago
When a phone call saved my life
Maybe you’re the last word
the poet is waiting on
Before they’ve reach a dead end
It’s too late

No, we’re not strangers
No, we’re not wild animals
Breathing in human form
Find where we are all connected
There, awaits the peace in us


Let There Be Peace On Earth

Your vision lies
But
your mind has eyes
Poetry challenges you
To use them
And
See reality perfectly clear

There’s something
In the wind
It feels like moisture
But my flesh
My eyes remain dry

There’s something
In the Sky
It seems like darkness
But my path remains
Forevermore brighter

Every step taken
Is forward motion
I ebb and I flow
As the tide of the ocean

Fluid like movements
There is no doubt
I am here to stay

No way to contain my thoughts
The world not done justice
If I simply shut my mouth

The poetry deep inside my soul
I seek and I find
My spirit not bound
To my body or mind

Endless poetry
My true state of being
The world  finally now know
The poetry from my core

It was like
Yesterday
A century ago
For better or worse
lost in a dream
All sounds suddenly faded
Solitude embraced
Like the waves
from Hokusai painting
A moment of illusory feeling
Second felt like a year
A minute like a lifetime
A lifetime like eternity
Its bittersweet taste dance and sing
around my mind for a while
I guess until it does what it comes to do
I swear insanity never felt so good
separate me from the chaos in my head
Can’t scream must kept perfectly quiet
Or you might wake up the beast in the dark
The silence calls for the mystery
The mystery fed the wonder
And I always like to be fed plenty
Until sanity leads me back to myself
And filled my soul with the happiness
That It seems to craved

We
Live in
A world
Where
Boundaries
Divide
Can and can’t do
Near and far
Harmony and dissonance
Possible and improbable
Love and hate
Black and white
They wake up every morning
Convincing themselves
Convincing you
That they’re fighting this war
Along side of you
While enriching themselves
On your pain and misery
Laughing behind your back
All the way to the bank!!

Your
        Mind
Restrict
      You
Your
        Mind
Frees
      You
You
       Have
       To
Choose

Your poetry
Speaks of forever
While the answer
Keenly showing in your eyes.

Sunshine of my mind and soul,
You are such a beautiful,
Beautiful liar

Nonetheless,
It was the unwritten rhythm
Of your heartbeats,
That gave you away.

I don’t believe
In second chances

                  If they do it once
They’ll do it again!

Sacred You’re ,
Sacred
   As the moon
         The earth
     And the stars 🌟
You deserve not to fall in love
With someone that you cannot keep.

               You deserve only the best
         For you’re A treasured gift from the One above.

Shotgun in his hand
And roses in the bedroom
Till death do you part.

Star light
Star bright
I wish, I wish
on an angel
But never come true
or maybe sometimes
It’s not that our dreams
Never realized
It’s just that sometimes
The angel we’re wishing upon
Could very well be the love of your life
Your spouse
And sometimes we may wish
To open our eyes and noticed them
For what they are
Our Angels
For me it’s a dream come true
For by far she is the best thing
To ever happen to me
There’s not a day I don’t
Thank her for choosing me
making me a part of her
And making me feel  like the king I deserve to be
She is my world and always
will be
My Angel

Sign,  sign , sign
everywhere
Everywhere’s a sign
Yet
you still don’t see it
because
you only see
what you want to see
when you want to see it
Can you see the sign

🛑

Stop
Negotiating
What
Shouldn’t
Be
Negotiated
🛑

Your worth

~~~~~