"I have a name and it’s Jaylen Foster
I am two weeks old.
But the size of my big feet
Will foretell my future:
big things to come

I am the third generation of Fosters
What the world need now is love sweet love
It is the new normal, the beginning of a bad ending
Social distancing, mask trending, and facetime,

My new world..  Six feet apart, no options
Only restriction: for them or for me??
The truth for our futuristic endeavors is to
Wear a mask, or stay at home..

I saw the smile, on her face, her laughter is contagious  
The joy of being a grandmother, pretty Joy for Paula
Proud moments for my father and mother..
a new beginning for a grandfather: David

Love and happiness for a two weeks old me
And distance kisses for cousin: Annie
Annie said the meaning of my name is Joy

My grandmother's voice says nothing can surprise her.
My grandmothers’ voice, says wisdom,
My grandmother’s laughter is genuine,
When it comes to me.. Jaylen Foster
Keep the pictures coming?
Meant keeping Joy alive

****** masks
As we look around,
All we see is humans wearing ****** masks
A world of silencers, a world of social distancing:
Before we use to sit silently and watch the world
Around us:  misbehaved: the unruly bunch

Silence is holy it draws attention
To our inner peace:  today is the silence of the mask
Draws attention to fear, a fear of us being side track
By this disease, so we wear the mask of silence,
Do you remember, the measles, chickens pox’s
Scarlett fevers and the list when on:
But it’s nothing in comparisons to corona corvid 19

Lockdown: Now it’s staying at home means getting creative
Evaluating our lives, our behavior, our life style..
Was it out of control?  
Were we ever essentials?

  I hate wearing the mask
It make me feel like a captive, but i know better
Not to wear it: I need protection from you
And you need protection from me.

Because of what Mr. Trump said “the Chinese disease.”
Wearing the mask to do the tasks
Letting go of the hatred enable us to move forward

A world without humans is not a world
Is a silence world:
with one small flower emerging from a rock on a side walk

I am taking notes.
I am adhering to the rules
Yet, I feel numb on the inside, restless,
Corona corvid 19 takes takes
And keep on taking away our family units,
How many more question, can we asked
Why, why, and why God?
Why so many corona corvid deaths

I cannot watch anymore,
I can’t feel anymore am I dreaming?
Am I feuding?  Am I stressing?
Is it my place to asked these questions
Have heaven run out of wings.
Like PPE for our essential workers,

Being silence is not is not relaxing anymore
Silence is a true friend who never betrays
Don’t blame the funeral directors,
Blames the Administrators, the politicians’,
The world leaders, a matter of facts
Don’t blame, set a flame and remove the blame:

Jesulema, Jesulema,: more death than  ww2
Coronavirus death soars, surpass fatalities in Vietnam War
Have been read in the headlines, lessons on waist lines
Don’t blame, set a flame and remove this so called facts or Bats

Oh! 2020 the year of the death,
The blazing death of fire,
A year no one is going to admired:
a year of the blame,
a year of deadly facts or bats

Oh! JerSulema,  

Oh God almighty.
A year of question,
A year of the wings
A year to spend less on the fire arms
And more on the PPE,
Let tackle this enemy:

Billy don’t be a hero

Fear the unknown, fear the weapon
In all of my life on this earth,
I have never been into a store
And there was no toilet Paper
Is it a diarrhea epidemic?

We do not fear the unknown.
We fear what we think we know about the unknown.” – Teal Swan.

It was the empty shelves,
where the toilet papers stood before

It scared me. So many times
I walked those aisles
And fret at the prizes of the toiletries,
Would the thicker paper clogged my toilet
Would the thin sheet break easily?
Was it precaution, or prevention?

Fear the unknown, deal with the epidemic
My cousin, announced yesterday
She was tested positive, with the unknown
She seem hopeful, she seem fearless,
She believes in resurrection:
she believes in the scriptures

I do believe in not trying to be Billy the hero
I am a poet, not a hero with great noble’s qualities,

Death came too soon:
To be precise every single day persay
it ended or did it not?
To all who knew them: we felt the pain?
But what lead up to this madness is: a crying shame
Your life is worth living
our heart bled for our love one
Right up to they last dying breath:

It ***** to keep a secret,
Jealousy is a disease, fear is mind killer
a killer is on the loose. Corvid 19

Two deaths, two stories
Double sins, double tragedy
But, oh, the feeling corona is leaving behind
The questions, no answers, so little time to reflect

Humanity is sickened by one horrific headline after another
I wondered who is going to be next:
I trust my life to an earthquake more than Politics

Raged like rough sea, against the salty rocks,
Holding on like sea ***** never letting go,
the thing call corona ..

1 Corinthians 15:54, 55:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”

To the one they left behind,
To the one who weep at the open graves,
To the one who silently stood by?
And to ALL of us on the frontlines

To the ones who knew of this deadly disease
And stay silent: isolation is also a killer;
To the ones who grieves and respond to loss

A mother who loss her daughter:,
a husband, who lost his wife..
so many cadavers , so many untold stories..

the crucial role we have to play daily..
This war time dynamic:

Happiness
Is not
A sin

But a little sin can gain temporary happiness
Oh lord helps us, help me..
I just couldn’t go on sinning

Stupidity is not a handicap>
All trace of it headed straight to him
Ugliness doesn’t sit well on my eyes

All part of him was ugly; it was so hard to focus
Poetry can be ugly or beautiful at times
However a painter and poet have some things in common
Ones paints what he see, the other feel what the other can’t feels
I wish the painter would paint the ugliness
And allows this poet to search for the goodness

"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy"

We all love a good story.
With a good ending,
What is going on today is not a story
It is the reality, of mad virology scientist

It’s hard to say it out loud without breaking in to pieces
It’s easier to live a lie,
however,the truth needs no translation
The poet became an unhappy Ambassador,
he believe in worldly- views:

Nothing is final to a poet eyes and ears
. But to a mad scientist: it say progressivism
To him man or language wasn’t created equally
Every poet should be responsible for his poetic language
while every scientist should be held responsible for his action.

As well as his emotion and excretion
either from the mouths, or from the other end
the smell, textures even the tones
as long as  the world  acknowledges
them as the Lever of things to come

it’s hard to say it out loud without breaking in to piece
where there is action they will be a reaction
Leadership money and power
is this what we are dying for


"Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue
keeps his soul from troubles"