Three Vogue sisters as different as night, and day
     glamorous eyes with glamorous smiles
One was wise with feminine wile
Two was smart with grace, and style
Three was beautifully straight up wild...
They all went on to live quite tragic lives
surviving it all through their shark white smiles
red lipstick, and push up bra's
bobby socks, and cashmere sweaters
could not have prepared them for it all...
for the men that they would meet...
for the life they would keep...
their children cried at night
when they heard them fight...
such a tragic sight
Three sisters who went on to live --lives
that only God could give
that God could see --
their only hope was in grace
in eternity.

If I am kindling,
you must be the spark...
Much alive in the darkest dark,
lifting all shadows with
finesse and flair.

     If I am flame,
     you must be the air and wind...
     Unfettered and free...
     Cradling my infancy.
     Only to nurture and inspire,
     to groom flame to fire.

If I am faltering...
And almost extinguished,
you must be the hand...
Bearing the confidence and belief...
Awaiting the moment most opportune,
to align yourself in rhythm and tune.
So we could...
Continue to
burst forth into light.
So we could...
Resume our journey forth with might.

     Let us be our own deterrent
     from the darkness
     that comes with morrow's set.
     Hand in hand, we must...
     Because together...
          And only together,

   we're...

                        incandescent.

It's
Already
The
Year
2016/
\hoping
This year
Will be better
Than it
Seems.

You don't go to the circus
to see someone be safe
with tigers. You don't go
to my home when you
just broke my heart.

My parents warned me about the drugs in the street
What they didn't tell me though,
was about the other kind of drugs
The ones that come stumbling into your life
Hazel eyes and a heartbeat
That make yours almost
stronger
faster
Forcing you to realize
why they name hurricanes after people