Your affections are not gold.
They are more like acid showers,
like thin tendrils that compel
a deep dark inner shiver.
The grating timber
felt like summer in
early December,
when I was yearning
for the cold of winter.
Fingers like shadows
strangle day light
and when I say no
you say you might.
We may have been
friendly at first,
but it hurt when
you tried to push in
to be more than just friends.
You know what they say
how you can’t trust men.
Well *******,
you just proved them right
once again

If we were awake to know that we are eternal and divine we would most likely reach out and share love more.

If we were awake to know that we are endowed with special gifts  we would open our hearts and use them for the good of all

If we were awake to know we all have the ability to talk and receive guidance from our guides we would listen and move in harmony.

If we were awake to know we are co-creators in our lives by our thoughts we would experience the greatness of being

Who would have thought?
June 21, 2017 was the date
I achieved my 35th Work Anniversary at Macy’s Corporate
I never had any idea that would survive
But it was a matter of grace being the strive
My exposure spans Administration to Technology
My Grandfather was right always become a commodity
It turned out to be a reality
I guess it was in the plan to achieve
The golden years I did receive
However, the Lord gets credit over and more
This is something that just couldn’t be ignored
Macy’s past slogan, “We are a part of your life”
That slogan has become my preserving advice
Achieve beyond
Yet accomplish more
That is my encouragement to others
It is also my message to young people
Strive to be the best
Let no take you for granted in labeling you less
If I can do it, so can anybody else
I am the example you can achieve it if you do it right
There were times of darkness of uncertainty, but I came through with a guiding light
I have been asked, “When do I plan to retire”?
Well is tomorrow too soon
I am not at retirement age
Too many people that would be an amaze
I am not at retirement yet
But that does come with a regret
But my work is far from done with blessings that I will continue being among.

Men cry too
But quietly
Their sorrows are loneliness
Like acid burning into the silence
Of their disguised troubles

They sob too
But you can't see
Because their tears
Mix with their pride
In face of atrocities
Soaked in salty tragedies

They cry asleep
When the nightmares come
Suffocating their throats awake
In a pond of sweat

When their tears dig
Like shovels
Ditches in their faces
To burry their feelings
Under the look of death
In the hope that pity
Doesn't fire a last shot
In their motionless corpse of emotions
Decomposing since years

Men look sad too
But only when their sun goes down
After a tiresome day of pain
To leave them with a dim expression
Falling into the lost thoughts of the night

Men cry too
Alone