shut your mouth. You ran over
carcasses that you outwardly flout. Don't throw
stones till you lived in my house! Don't point
fingers when you didn't lend me a hand. If you

wore my shoes you couldn't even stand. I've
walked miles with blisters and bruises. I'll not
listen to what a man's views is. A man eating from
a silver-spoon, a man that is a tycoon has

only clay feet. He parades in suits
on the street past the homeless lady with
the swollen face, past a group of teenagers
of colored race. The only thing swollen on
him is his head and his wallet. The only thing

colored is the stone is his collet.  I call it
a crime to hear him speak, to lift his nose
and say that I'm weak. I'm still moving in tattered
shoes, still climbing even as I'm bruised.

It’s been a while
since we’ve seen
her smile

In the skin
she is wrapped in
her happiness
lays thin

with a man
or on her own
she stands there
all alone

good for health of ryes
reduces hypertension
nutritious spinach

I love travelling,
I have travelled a lot,
I have lived in different countries,
Now I travel via YouTube.
7/1/2023

You kept me entertained on many stormy days in my life recently
Talking didn't help me
Your acrobatics and sweet way of moving about would warm anyone's soul as long as they keep their distance
You are cute and sweet with shades of blue, white, black and silver and gray
Love nuts and fruit accepting what humans leave for you
On days when crying was all I could do without you a smile would never come to my face

C@rainbowchaser 2023

~
Sleep, sweet darling
Sleep

Remember drowsy
blue waters
heal and swoon
the ennui haze

In softly pillowed oblivion
where even your
little toes and feet
touch bottom

Beloved dreamer
in tempera obscurity
there will be no memory
of the procession
ferrying our kipped-down family

They will dance
widdershins around us
with fluttered eyelids
and reclining hearts

But whether an
allegory of the cave or
an analogy of the sun toward
some dividing line between
~either way~

Sleep, sweet darling
Sleep
~