1:51 a.m., it's a dark and dim moment.
Nobody can fall asleep.
Listening to the night winds blowing.
Death and the sounds of a child's weep.

Calm is the recipe for the moment
yet it's hard for most to achieve.
No mother, father, sister or brother.
Sadly they all had to painfully leave.

Sadness clearly seizes these moments
to remind us the ways of mankind.
Riches surround leaders of the world,
yet our lives aren't worth a dime.

Sit and weep silently in the moment.
Faces covered with pain and despair.
Broken hearts can't scream out loudly,
Nobody listens, nobody to really care.

What do we do in such dire moments
as the reaper knocks at the door.
Do we stand and fight for our lives
or sit quietly in a corner on the floor.

The silence remain within
it hurts and it's scary.
The sound of silence is normal,
common to be afraid.

Keep silent because men are
not suppose to speak.
Accept it or be ridiculed
by everlasting torture.

It's supposed to always be
an unknown secret.
That's not to be shared by
others who look like me.

Remember the pointed knife,
remember the bats of violence.
Continue to hear the threats,
remember the physical pain.

Cling to the many times I tried
to tell the story of reality.
Nobody cared to stop by or call
to hear my broken voice.

Nobody cared to understand,
denials were made in silence.
Today I stand broken because
it's all taken as a joke.

Society won't to listen to a
broken voice like mine.
Keep silent they say to me
remember I'm a man.

Many things have gone away,
many moons have passed.
Many nights of broken dreams,
mental scars from a silent lie.

it's cold outside
want to **** something
but everything is already
dead.

ice has formed
only to melt away
it's suspect and false
nothing solid.

signs of delusional pain
stressed out with
mistaken happiness
emptiness within.

slight winds arrives
cutting like a knife
bruising the heart
it hurts.

no warmth at all
no remedy
an empty bowl
no chicken soup.

hollow as a dead log
decayed and thin
nothing really matters
everything is dead.

Streets covered with hatred, a
tainted neighborhood.
Leadership take it as a sign that
everything is good.

People mislead and forgotten
left to carry the note.
Leadership's only concern is
will you give them a vote.

Decayed relations with the city
the green grass has died.
Leadership strives on messages
of conquer and divide.

Death covers the streets taking
one block at a time.
Leadership looks the other way
as if everything is fine.

The city continues to scream loud
in the middle of the night.
Leadership's only concern is that
their name tag is spelled right.

Feeling pale from the turbulent
times of the pass.
Tons of uneasiness within that
continues to last and last.

A heart of stone that's faded
without a colorful beat.
Dreams are conquered, taken
away in total defeat.

Many roads ahead leading to
nothing but dead ends.
Debris in all lanes, stirred up
by deadly whirlwinds.  

A world that exist without a
sun that shines.
Always wondering why good
things are hard to find.

A hand full of red roses they're
all withered and dead.
Peace within the soul turns out
to be nothing but lies instead.

Oh! that Laila such a spirited life and a very spirited soul.
Chasing joyfully behind "Bunny Hop" as he tries to reach
his little bunny hole.

Oh! granddaddy do you see the bunny running and playing?
I'm going to catch him, her little spirited voice kept on saying.

Oh! that Laila she's such a bundle of joy, "granddaddy" can be
expected to ring out at least a million times a day.
Because she knows that her granddaddy loves her and she loves me, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

We share such memories together like hanging out at "Hams Orchard" on many summer occasions.
Oh! that Laila melts my heart away while we partake in sharing
our peach ice cream with such an aspiration.

Oh! that Laila looks forward to what we call "Donut Saturdays"
and the only one donut that's covered in a pink glaze.
She knows that if she see's that one donut she and I will have another episode of memories that'll last for months and days.

Oh! that Laila

Sorry I misjudged you by the
story the media told.
A car of a different color (blue)
original color (gold).

It wasn't you who started bickering
or the brutal fight.
It's just who I assumed you to be
that made the story seem right.

The wheels of racial politics keeps
spinning around and around.
I apologize for having to see your
body lying dead on the ground.

Nobody including me will never
completely understand.
Until we truthfully see ourselves
alone out in no man's land.

Everybody wants to be first at
any and all cost.
Extreme false explanations given
for the lives that's lost.

Where do you and I start or is
there a place for a beginning.
What happens in the end when
a heart never start mending?

What's wrong if I have a car
that's just like yours.
My house and yard is free
of debris.
My fence is white
just like yours.

what's wrong?

I don't bother you at all
yet you dislike me.
I believe in freedom just
like you.
Why are you so right and
in your eyes everything
about me is so wrong.

what's wrong?

I love my children and
I do my best to teach
them the right way
to go.
Yet in your eyes they don't
deserve to have freedoms
like you want to claim for
yourself.

what's wrong?

What's fair is fair as it should
be for the world including
people like you and me.
Choose to see love and peace
yet you seek to destroy.
What's in your mind and
embedded in your heart
it's troubling to me.

what's wrong?

Buried deep in the clutches
of unknown fear.
Knives hanging from ceilings
edges sharp like a spear.

Chaos confirmed to be defined
worst than it's meaning.
Bloodshed and tears running
like water hot and steaming.

Missiles become a common
thing bursting in midair.
In the clutches everyday people
live in total despair.

Nothing is simple anymore
for its complex situations.
Extreme greed and destruction
threatens all creation.

No one is immune from falling  
through the clutches pitfalls.
Evil has a way of waiting for the
right moment to make its call.

thoughts of danger
acts of violence
self pity
always find it's way
inside my dreams.

destruction, malice,
cruelty and fear  
take place
of thoughts
that should be
a smiling face.

hostility
forceful actions
unwarranted
only to satisfy
your dreams.

pointed knives
dangerous hatred
expelled promises
of tomorrows
sunshine.

distance and years
apart
won't erase
the pain
caused by you.

frightful visions
of flying fist
words of anger
unwarranted
evil.

years ago
still here today
it happened
inside my dream
it never goes away.

the kid inside of you
disappeared and
became something
else.

a wolf that disguised
itself as a lamb
you destroyed
life.

you set traps to only
appease yourself
you mangled
viciously.

you were determined
you were strong
taking others
selfishly.

you now roam alone
the victor basting
in self
glorification.

Sometimes I don't know about
who I am.
I puzzle myself trying to figure
out who I am.

Am I the crazy one, the one who's
crazy.
Am I the one who can't be the
one who's misunderstood.
Do I care to even try to be the one
to understand just who I am.

Who am I

What do I stand for

Is it really me who wants to
be who I am.

Sometimes I wonder.

Hatred was more important to her
than me being a father.
If she couldn't control my life she
had no reason to be bothered.

For all the good things I offered there
was always something wrong.
Her ideals of having good times
involved the use of knives, sticks
and stones.

Keeping quiet because of the child
I thought it would be best.
The child turned out to be more of a
reason for mom to care even less.

Terror was buried deep inside of my
soul but it had to stay hidden.
I knew that my child was being
used as a tool for bidding.

If I wouldn't give in to the abuse
or pretend to be happy and nice.
Storms of abusive behavior would  
arise without the abuser ever
thinking twice.

A self inflicted separation came
by the end of the day.
A lost child forever used to settle
the score for me walking away.

Sometimes a man find himself
encased in a total stare.
Memories of the abusive one
whose aggressions he could
no longer bare.

No one would listen because
of the fact that he is
a man.
Nobody cared to go to his defense
nor tried to understand.

The gender card was exploited
and always on
full display.
Lies held against him will always
be until his abusers dying day.

Hurting inside because
the man forever lost
a child.
The abuser stands by watching
with an aggressive smile.

The abuser never cared
about nothing or the
damage she caused.
She was more concerned about
the good image to be lost.

What his child look like today
the man he just
cannot say.
He finds himself stuck with
the image of yesterday.

His abuser has purposely torn
away parts of his heart
for many years.
His eyes has never dried up
from the many tears.

Avoiding the abuser this man
had to be the one to pay
a lifetime price.
Escaping the claws of the abuser
the child became the
ultimate sacrifice.

The days of neon grey continues
haunting me deep inside.
My child, now gone forever
hidden because of lies.

Screams in dark dreams seem
to come often and clear.
The abuser stands closely by
watching me covered in fear.

Taking a high road of trying to
support a colorless demon.
Whose heart was covered by
nothing but black and neon.

Signs of distress often appeared
before my very own eyes.
The heart told me to keep going
and to overlook the sea of lies.

Reality was shadowed by wanting
to make a dream come true.
The abuser wanted nothing but to
turn the sun black and neon blue.

The abuser always seem to have
a colorful secret of how to win.
Falsely forgetting that their neon lies
is how all the bad things begin.

Maybe the neon dream will have
a bright neon color of reverse.
And finally break away from the
abusive demon and its neon curse.

things are forgiven but the
scars still remain.
the damage is done and I
sometime feel insane.

my dreams are suddenly
empty craters of dark.
finding life dull and gray
without a spark.

idle moments appear that
cannot be hidden.
a good night's sleep seems
lost and forbidden.

things were done by you
that were so distasteful.
your mine always led you to
believe you were graceful.

there is no escaping the
many things I lost.
you were so determined
to be cruel at all cost.

after all these years I still
find craters so deep.
dark and dreadful dreams
of you I'll forever keep.

there's a void within
an emptiness that
I can not find.

an idled soul
that lingers
without meaning.

who am I
I don't know
who I am.

I'm here
I think
I'm numb.

no tears
no pain
just empty
inside.

shameful acts of violence committed
and there's truly something wrong.
when a child has to sit and hear words
like daddy won't be coming home.

struck down in the middle of a street
by a bullet from a gun.
racial tones widely expressed because
everybody want to be number one.

sad are the faces of family members
who has to feel the pain.
it seems it easier to take another man's
life without a moment of shame.

people has wrong buried within and
there's no doubt.
we're all dying in the middle of streets
with hatred sprawled all about.

blame is placed as to who's in the wrong
and who's in the right.
in the end it all adds up to be the same
daddy won't be home tonight.

solutions has to come about and it needs
to come really quick and fast.
we need to search for a better tomorrow
or the world just won't last.

suddenly feeling kind of broke
just another day for me to choke
can't remember where I've been
blame it on the tonic and gin.

the tidal waves splashing all about
my pocket's empty there is no doubt
asked the band for a song to sing
instead I got a bump it sure does sting.

something went wrong in the crowd
suddenly things became loud
lights began to cover my eyes
to much to drink and that's not a lie.

suddenly I'm rowdy as I can be
got a long way to go before I'm free
running fast trying to get away
trying my best to see another day.

Maggie knew everything that took place
in and out of the neighborhood.
She was always willing to talk about the
things that meant others no good.

Maggie the towns gossiper who's always
looking for a place to roam.
She could talk about the business of
everybody's except for her own.

Maggie always stood in her doorway looking
for someone she could criticize.
She criticized everybody except for the
man who's blackening her eyes.

Maggie may wake up one day and realize
that we all sometimes hurt.
She may even come to grips about her own
life and stop living in the dirt.

Maggie knows that a black cat moves about
in the darkness of the night.
Police cars parked outside her home let's
others know that something isn't right.

Out across the meadow I see that
there are no butterflies at all.
Once a thing of beauty she now hides
in dead grass that's tall.

Her wings don't spread like they once
did during days of early spring.
She's blown from place to place because
she has no strength to cling.

Colors of light blue, yellow and spots
of gold and green have all faded away.
Colors that use to brighten my dreams
seem to tarnish slowly day by day.

Flowers I've placed before her she
appears to have no interest at all.
She's not willing to be beautiful again
she just long for days of fall.

A heavy dose of fog covered the city
leaving minimum sights to see.
The dampness of it all felt good enough
to cover the heat that soon will be.

Lights could be seen in a distance as
the day began to come alive.
Passing vehicles created creepy illusions as
crickets sounds slowly became deprived.

What lurks within the fog could sometimes
leave one's mind to only guess.
It become so highly tense at times only to
cover up a decaying city and it's big mess.

there were secrets that couldn't
possibly be talked about.
pride mostly taken over and that's
without a doubt.

kicked and scratched up and many
times knocked to the floor.
a screaming man's voice never heard,
no authorities knocked at the door.

tortured for being kind and a hostage
trying to keep afloat.
afraid for his voice to heard and even
afraid to write a note.

a common conversation would be a
reason for a fight.
if things didn't go her way and if she
didn't think it was right.

he stood and he took his bruises like
some say you should take as a man.
she took it as an entitlement without
making efforts to try to understand.

she didn't care how much pain she
caused, it was just her way.
she became more violent with the
abuse, believing it was all okay.

she didn't care about his feelings or
what anybody else would think.
she could cover it all up with a smile
and with an eye blink.

it was all about her feelings and it
was all about her having control.
he was living in a world that says
that a man shouldn't bare his soul.

this man lived his life thinking that
life was to always be this way.
thinking abused men should be quiet
without having one word to say.

she lives her life daily and without
losing any sleep at night.
continuing to be the abuser and to
believing that she's still right.

A grandfather's heart is always
under construction.
With plans that are never
complete.

A grandfather's mind continues
searching for the excitement
for which he's always
willing to share.

A grandfather lives in denial when
it comes to his grandchildren
having to leave and go away.

A grandfather is keen with a mind
that's sharp and knowledgeable.

A grandfather is warm with his
thoughts and his loving hands.

A grandfather is a bundle of joy
like candy on a Christmas day.

A grandfather is a spiritual leader
whether he wants to be
or not.

A grandfather is a mountain
of gold.

A grandfather touches the hearts
of many because he himself
has a very good
old soul.

the poison still haunts mentally
and the desire is gone.
to be free once again to touch
what's right by defeating wrong.

the scars that linger increase in
the most dramatic pain.
circles swirling all around above
one must be insane.

the grip of the vice get tighter as
the minutes go by.
there are tears from swollen eyes
but one can't cry.

sorrow seems to come easier as if
it's in a much higher demand.
there's not a cure for the broken
heart of a dying and lost man.

for reasons untold there seems to
not be a way out.
nobody's doing any talking because
everyone's feeling doubt.

pleas and screams they all are yet
to remain unheard.
voices talking inside of my head
refusing to be disturb.

in my room it's dark and her
terror is always there.
she spoke words of i love you
but she really did not care.

she believed in anger and the
painful acts of deceit.
she believed in domestic terror
as a way for her to compete.

her face was a thing of beauty
her heart was made of stone.
even seeing herself in a mirror
she wouldn't admit to wrong.

she took away everything when
she'd taken my child away.
she did it out of malice because
she lives her life that way.

my pain has been kept a secret
for so many silent years.
whenever i see her face i relive
all of my fears.

no one knows the pain that comes
along with all the shame.
living with a female monster
one without a name.

Something scary is scratching fiercely
at the doors of my heart.
Caught up in a lions grip and there's
no escaping of being ripped apart.

Sometimes the pain within goes back
to the innocent of childhood days.
Caught up in the middle of a storm
that's deadly in many ways.

The chains of darkness only tightens
with sorrow in the middle of night.
Caught up in a broken spirit that's lost
forever without the will to fight.

Tough to see chariots of freedom that's
so unwilling to come to a halt.
Caught up in a sandstorm of skeletons
causing one to remain distraught.

dancing and dancing all throughout
the house.

playing hide and seek and a game of
cat and mouse.

a very happy little girl and that's all i
hope she'll ever be.

loveable and having a heart that's wild
and carefree.

childhood memories of how things used
to be for this old broken man.

if things were seen through my old eyes
how much would she understand?

old eyes versus the newly opened eyes
of a brand new day.

would she change the world infectiously
to see things her way?

everything has been paused, my thoughts,
my mind and my heart.
dreams blasted, destroyed, pulverized
and completely torn apart.

this moment is silent, empty, and swirling
with air that's cold.
blood of yesterday's youth has now given
in to a body that's old, no longer bold.

clocks are feared, turned around so that
the truth may not be known.
bound to feel it, realize it when it slowly
creeps deep inside one's bones.

yesterday's glory had its place, slipping
away like grains of sand.
no tomorrow's for today, living for this
moment while i can.

do you know who you are and
what you're willing to do.
if you had to travel daily in life
with two feet and one shoe.

would you do your very best or
decide to give in.
would you tear your house down
to rebuild it again.

what does it take for you to get a
firm grip on yourself.
would you stand and be rip apart
until there is nothing left.

who's to say what a man won't do
if his back's against a wall.
would you help the man to his feet
again or would you let him fall.

silence lingers in the head of a man
who holds so many secrets.
pain lingers in the heart of a man as
he tries to move pass many regrets.

there are so many things that a man
feel the need to say.
but how can the words come about
if pride always get in the way.

who has the right to tell a man what
he needs to do.
what precautions would you take
if a man tried to control you.

if a man decides to dream what should
he dream about.
if he believes that his dream can come
true then who are you to doubt.

a man's secrets and his dreams they both
may coincide.
why tell a man that his dream is only a
secret that he must continue to hide.

the mind's been at an idol stage
filled with distraught and rage.
days gone by with very little rest
dazed and confused as to what is best.

stressed out and left without an ounce of
vigor for me to carry on.
everything sits openly inside my mine
who knows if i'm right or wrong.

i can't stay here anymore it's now time
for me to move on.
why must i sit here to keep listening
to the very same outdated song.

it's far too late to come running back  
talking about your wants and your needs.
why should i depend on you when you
don't want to try to succeed.

for years we've gone on without a real
good reason.
it's time to pick elsewhere and to move
on by exploring a brand new season.

Oak trees aligned all dressed in green with
an occasional site of a Bald Cypress tree.
Homes decked out in painted shades of fall
as birds fly overhead singing so openly free.

As narrow streets pave the way throughout
the neighborhood.
There's a peacefulness surrounding that makes
all seem well and good.

The horizon gives way to a painted masterpiece
of faded white, blue and sunshine gold.
Leaving one to wonder about the many wonderful
amounts of feelings that such sites may hold.

There's a sense of pride that one must have to
possess this God given gift.
It's good to know that the owners of this place
have smiles that give others much needed lifts.

The silence proves to be much welcomed and
proves the many good stories told.
That good small town living and life is a good
thing for every man's God given soul.

God allows for things to change for a many good
reasons, on time and never ever too late.
Allowing for a chance to share, see and visit such
magnificent dream come true labeled as 10188.

By: Willie Jennings

creatures from the swamp
they keep coming up.
whispering silently sneaking
around in the office.
watch out because the poisons
about to be put in your cup.

envy, jealousy, spite, confusion
it's all coming your way.
the neighborhood eyes they're
all watching you.
nighttime thieves will come and
visit during the day.

unwanted chills surround you
by the winds of hate.
lurking in the darkness seeking
to do much harm to you.
it's best that you turn yourself
around before it's to late.

you're out there somewhere
hidden without me.
victim of someone who seeks
to totally control me.

used as a pawn for someone's
selfishness and greed.
you're a person of interest to me
our hearts will be freed.

hopefully God's angels are flying
all around you.
maybe we'll see each other again
because I'm looking for you.

the truth will be known and that's
without a doubt.
you see that's what the promise's
of God is all about.

many things have happened to us
and they're really awful and sad.
my search will last forever because
I am your dad.

God's plan is in motion and there
are no doubts.
Everything that's been hidden
will eventually be found out.

worried about my little girl
and all the danger she will see.
clouded without directions will
she make it without me.

a twisted world she lives in
and nothing comes free.
will she become a victim trying
to please the powers that be.

she's my little girl chosen from
God's best selection.
will she remember me once she's
free from my protection.

she's fully aware that the world
isn't always as it seems.
she's my beautiful little girl who's
the only star of my dreams.

a knock on the door
nobody answers- yet
curtains in the window
slightly moving
yet nobody's there.

rain clouds falling but
you're not wet-yet
a totally drenched mind
moving slowly
yet nothing can be found.

tension fills the air but
you feel nothing-yet
there's air floating in
your head
yet nobody's there.

souls torn with damnation
no peace found-yet
a heart filled with lots
of pain
yet nothing can be found.

a torn sole which collect
painful rocks all along the
way.

the heels have collected
wedges formed by the
pounding of the stone.

collection of scruffs that's
formed rough art from the
miles of travel each day.

tied to fake comfort to
makes the steps easier
to make.

old and no longer needed
but faith has it grips to say
take one more step today.

there's a damaged heart that
no longer beats.
eyes fill with lots of tears that
suffered defeat.

silence in the room because the
music has stopped playing.
people lips are moving, it's not
clear what they are saying.

a sound mind has wondered so
very far away.
happiness for a promising soul
has suffered much decay.

the warmth of two hands have
quickly gone cold.
the once courage of a lion has
fickle and no longer bold.

waking up in darkness yet He
saw fit to show me the light.
in the middle of the storms He
chose to make things right.

the many days of sorrow and
the unfortunate minutes of pain.
He stepped in and touched my life
so that I'll call on His holy name.

countless blessings He's given to
me with many more to spare.
He didn't have to do it for me but
through love I do know He cares.

my life's a living testimony for reasons
that I do not know.
but He saw fit to guide me through it
all, there's no better friend I know.

labeled dumb because the color of his skin
supposedly made him better then me.
untruthful am I because there's no other way
my stories are expected to be.

unrestricted claims to keep me from taking
the highest roads ahead.
he'd rather see me hanging from the highest
tree until he thought that I was dead.

mental torture given because it seem like the
best and righteous thing for him to do.
by keeping his dirt swept neatly under a rug
there's no way anybody would have a clue.

forcing his will upon me as a way to let me
know that he's the one in control.
when faced with the realities of his sins he'd
rather lie than to save his own soul.

maybe the time would come when he'll stop
using hatred as a formula for a thrill.
maybe he'll see the words "the racist" engraved
on his tombstone while buried upon a hill.

everything seem to be damp, wet and cold
there are many young faces in the crowd
but everybody appears to be old.

the clowns are tumbling and the children play
yet nobody seem to have any kind of clues as
to what the faces of clocks may say.

leaves have fallen covering the ground in gold
even birds have become extra silent listening
for signs of winter and it's bitter cold.

everything disappears by the ends of each day
because darkness changes everything as time
slowly slips away.

something is bothering me
and i can't figure it out.
is this what an unstable mind
is suppose to be all about.

i see circles of colors moving  
around inside of my head.
when things should be blue
i see green instead.

the wagon is late getting here
to pick me up.
someone left me a couple of pills
outside my door in a cup.

maybe they see the things that i
sometimes see inside of me.
they're too afraid to tell exactly
what they see.

maybe i'm expected to take this
trip all by myself.
should i keep swallowing pills
until there's nothing left.

it's so much easier for the world
to treat me this way.
seeking my pleasure from a bottle
of pills each and everyday.

I'm stuck on a major highway
my life's all jammed up.
The wheels are turning, I'm not
moving so I'm just stuck.

My lights are flashing on and off
I'm trying to be cautious.
I want to get out of my car and run
away but I'm much too exhausted.

No matter how hard I've turn the
wheel I just cannot make it move.
I left home early this morning and I
sit now watching the nightly moon.

Getting to the point of how this day
has gone, it's really troubling me.
If there's something positive about this
day it hasn't been revealed for me to see.

a force of wind always blowing
forcefully at his back.
rushing tidal waves of despair to
reckon with and that's a fact.

as the sails are lifted to bring about
much needed speed.
there's a sense of emergency that
lies ahead in uncharted seas.

bows may break and there may be
much cargo that's forever lost.
holding on to the title of being a good
captain doesn't comes without a cost.

understanding what's in store as he
protects his unwavering crew.
there's a strong possibility of death
as troubles may brew.

scars of wisdom are embedded deep
within the lines of his face.
willing to befriend all of God's people
as he travels from place to place.

It's the silence of the mind that causes
us all to talk as we sleep.
Sometimes the conversations end on a
happy note, sometimes we may weep.

Visions of the past appear without any
warning signs at all.
Kind of like invisible water in an aisle
that may cause many of us to fall.

There are times when the ghost appear
openly, choosing not to hide.
We're found to be kidding ourselves so
greatly thinking the ghost have died.

In the darkness of the soul's dungeons
many skeletons lay all about.
Creepily dragging the body deeper into
the ground without an easy way out.

taken the steps to disqualify
the used of your name.
she'd blown you many kisses
even when she's ashamed.

she's never said a word when
she knew you were wrong.
she sits gladly and she listens to
the words of your sad song.

there's never a time when she
won't give in.
she's the one and only standing
when you needed a friend.

tired of working the long hours
that keeps her away from the kids.
she's losing faith in you because
you've taken she'd money she's hid.

tears fall from her eyes because she
doesn't know how to get rid of you.
she see's the bottle in your hand and
she doesn't know what you'll do.

verbally and physically she's been
beaten down to the ground.
she's just waiting for the days when
you're no longer around.

all of the evil thing you've done to
her oh! she'll never forget.
but once she's gone those will be the
days that you'll always  regret.

on my side of the fence
the grass is not green.
only a big bald spot that's
taking up the sun's beam.

my pots are empty because
the flowers refuse to grow.
there's no making sense of
the plants I don't even know.

the ground have stones that
have fallen through the cracks.
found an old broken pitchfork
so i decided to throw it back.

no production of any kind not
even a mustard seed.
what's left in this old garden
of mine are only dried up weeds.

i look for the redefinition
of my rugged old life.
to erase the tarnished filled
memories that is my plight.

let's create another direction
coming full circle of change.
creating new thoughts to
set the world onto flames.

it's my ignition to crank the
power that be.
supercharged to the max
who else would i be.

powerful, bold and fierce
excepting nothing less.
waiting to be the batter's bat
knocking down every test.