Country boy you haven't lived till you see the lights on Peachtree Street..
I could say the same thing about the fireflies on a July evening ,
The Buckhead nights on the north side of Atlanta ,
The solitude with your maker on the Chattahoochee River ..
A baseball game at Turner Field on a May afternoon ,
a flock of Wild turkey's against the setting Sun in June ..
Piedmont Park and the Botanical Garden ,
Wood Ducks feeding on a quiet , country pond in late August ..
People watching at a outdoor cafe in Midtown ,
Meditating amongst the Tall Pines with no one around ..
The High Museum and the Downtown nights ,
The morning call of Crows with the first glimmer of sunlight ..

It matters not
If you’re rich or poor
Whether your life is easy
Or hard to endure

If you’re living content
Or your days are driven
It’s what you can do
With what you’re given
WIZDUMBs BY JA 592

For ages I didn't act as myself,
I forgot that I was sentenced death,
The day i took birth,
It's law of nature,
As true and as powerful as rest of its laws,
So same, so true,
For me, for you..

We do not need to survive,
We need to live,
We weren't born just to stay alive,
But to thrive..

I prolonged my development,
I am so ashamed,
In this game of society,
I too have /had been gamed..

I haven't been myself till now,
But, I'll be for all the time so left

Soft music
filling the early hours
it brings me peace
but also a sadness
a sadness that we live in a world
consumed by an attitude of violence
people who think
“I will have closure through revenge”

I am sad for those who hold an attitude of
retuning in kind
wrongs they feel have been done to them

Revenge may bring
a certain satisfaction in their minds
but never peace to their spirit
the mind reminds them of the hurt they hold
their heart grows bitter
it is the vengeance that keeps them hurting

Forgiveness is their escape
but they fear forgiving will
allow a repeat of the moment that brought the hurt
that the offender may believe that it's alright with you
but the forgiveness is not for them
it is a letting go of all that has caused your hurt
and robbed you of your happiness
forgiveness is for you

****, that music is so important to me
but then, so is my hope that one day
the attitude of violence
will disappear from the face of the earth

Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?

Eyes are sensitive
Heart is foul on the outside
But you are moving on

Happy new year poet fantasizers
Happy new year poet writers!
Happy new years to those who know no years.
Never get old, throw away the old mirrors!
Happy new years,
Poet's and poetesses.
Let your writes be rocking invites
For hugs and poetic kisses.

In a locked box.
inside a dark room.
A lock of hair
a letter
a lipstick tube
My thoughts
No one sees them
Brilliant black

In a locked box
A love poem
An Empty perfume bottle
a woolen glove.
Hidden in darkness
Brilliant black

In a locked box
A house dark and empty.
Full of shadows
a bag of memories.
No one knows.
Brilliant black

In a locked box
a bottle of tears
My broken heart
shattered like crystal
No one cares
Brilliant black