As the flimsy branches snaps
The Caribbean babbling brooks echoes
the sound of the steel band rocks the island
Into J’ouvert morning
Up north their bodies shiver up their spines;
But, somehow the wild birds
kept warm during this winter morn

The darker the blue, the heavier the snow
Casting her jeer, with deep cold laughter
The blizzard of 2016, as one lonely cabby
Slowly rolled down the street,
this white winter wonder land

I came close to throwing a bone to the dogs
They made that awful sound before running off
Why did they startle the beast within?
Knowingly, they couldn’t finish the war

The heart knows its own bitterness,
and no outsider shares in its joy.
Pain is pain, regardless as to whom or what suffers it
Bullying should not be tolerated
I came close to throwing a bone to the bullies
B stand Bravery, Bullies, and Blowhards

I am the poet whose work, others thought
Was useless, So, I did just once
What they say I couldn’t do
I got creative, just to get their attention
Somehow, motivation and meditation moves me

But to blend all the Kool-Aid flavors together seems so unreal
So instead, I focus on the small trees amongst the tall trees
Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree,
What the glory of the boughs shall be

I woke up this morning, the other, they stay in bed
I breathe life into this experimental poem, while they
They lay there like a tombstone,
you might get where I am going with this image

When the poet writes, his audience connects with him
The others, they lay there like a tombstone.
my poetry know no solitude, my podium; my stadium, my voice
I can be free in the world--free to speak even when my words are not received

A good poet is someone who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightening five or six times; a dozen or two dozen times and he is great.'  

Randall Jarrell

To all my followers
This year let my words nurse you
Back to life,
Come hold the end of my pen
Let’s us take this poetic journey together
Words without end: Amen



*Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass it's about
learning to dance in the rain

I doubt,
I woke up this morning with doubt
I doubt I would ever find happiness
In a spike smoothie
I am being driven more toward;
the sea madness

I doubt I will ever take that trip to California
Or print my name on the wall of Jericho
because of the Israelites;

I doubt I would ever buy that $3000 Gucci bag
Just to empty out my account
I doubt I will ever swim in the ocean, again
my courage always rises with
every attempt to intimidate me.

I doubt I will ever walk the lonely street late at night again
If a pervert **** his mother,
No doubt what he would do to me
For him I am a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
I doubt I would ever be able to write a sonnet, because
The feeling of frustration comes as a result
of my mixed emotional states
My parents doubted that I would have never made it this far
Because most micro preemie baby never survived

I doubt, doubt would never leave my side
Through the pain, through the doubt, here I am
today the doubtful unknown poet

To take back our love is a hard thing to do
Once you let your guard down,
Your future becomes totally uprooted and confused
You see old lover’s faces amongst the crowd,
Taunting us, like thugs

Why do people think that a dark cloud is unattractive?
It’s just as cool as any rainbow sparkles,
and as trendy as any black cocktail dresses

Being in love works well for some,
  It’s chore for others, not a lustful passion.

Let our dark clouds soars with the eagle, but allow
  the poet to write,  let him express his thoughts
Never allow it to vanish into the dark tunnel
Let him grieve, let him write, let him move forward.