Brick-and-mortar stacked
the strength of our past
shape of our future

Beauty in the rubble
city of broken dreams
stands poised
for futures present

Rich history, success
but not for all
some lie broken
strewn about the empty lots

Paint speaks of new times
a new era of life
still fighting strife
on every street corner
every broken block
every burned, boarded Factory

Fear has made its home here
but we must drive it out
we must see it through
those of us that live here still

We want to breed success here
in these beautiful bricks
and boarded-up windows

Want to see life grow
neighborhoods thrive
and children
laughing in the streets

These things speak to us
as we roam about
lost
among the bricks and mortar
The beautiful past

Detroit

88 books
A work in progress
Candle flames dance
To the beat,  the rhythm
Of life
And down-tempo jazz

Trip-hop
Casts a soundtrack
On my day
Absorbed in sound
I lay

A cloud of sage
Smokey, white
To cleanse away my pain
I drift through thoughts
Time,  refrain

Just to be
At peace
Alive

No tears
Just joy
remembering
who I am

Still a pup, I  growled
            Life foreign Society
howled back she said -- grow

M one and M two
     sitting
               striving
                            seeking
                                         words
         Writer's life for us