Man's sinful nature gives Satan great power
I see their faces,
I read their shared thoughts.
Anxiety is a human trait that reflects hate into extreme fears
because of money, fame, power
we compose
and disclose
or darkest  secrets without those noticeable twitch
~~
One small question remains
Who is going to be here to pass the next baton?
Injustice!
~
Pardon me; do you have any Grey Poupon?
No!
Only watered-down ketchup
Because only the young die young

I am the unknown poet
Trying to survive amongst the poet of poets
I am always woven word and thoughts
with whatever is on my mind

I go down by the river,
the rocks and
Crawly creatures speak to me in a poetic way
The moon and the stars
Crusade against my poetic ways of
Saying goodnight to them

I visited the highest mountain in my mind
I felt those waves of ****** ecstasy
So I said what it is,
Is what it is?
I am an unknown poet who seek adventure
The one who see the world in colors,
even when the clouds
Are gray and rain never seem to seize
Because
the very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure
I have a fear of deep water,
So, I never allowed my mind to
Take me under the deep blue sea
Where a school of tilapia nibbling at my feet
where the dolphins out bid its leaders for a piece of me

I am the unknown poet
trying to survive amongst the poet of all times
I am always woven word and thoughts
With whatever is on my mind
And it’s mostly for inner peace

Where are you tonight Irish Eyes?
come
use your lip to airbrush my body
Let it be
a mere transformation of a frog into a Goddess
use gentle strokes to activates
my wildest ****** fantasies
~
Stroke me, tease me upon my request
From my head to toes no time to rest
Airbrush my body with admiration.
Let it be your only salutation

I am your
dark rose from the garden
all eyes are upon you.
tonight we shall share something beautiful
my pink satin sheet  that never generates such heat
At last!
Our bodies unfold into a night of ****** fantasies
making love to you is going to be so easy.
Could Morning bring a new beginning?
~
Move slowly upon my request and trace my curve
tonight I am your mistress, your wife,
and most of all
your Goddess amongst the mist
Harden the steel of your love for me
Where are you tonight Irish eyes?
Where are you?
'

from slavery to  
sin someone had to step up  
  to save humans life

My Brand New Ripped Jean
the one that make
My curves becomes a liability
my long slender legs moves forward against the wind
displaying the warp and weft  throughout the fabric
~
Making my world look better
a wonderful appetizer for my admirers
until you said
"here comes my Queen",
Shucks!
Have you ever known the Queen to wear blue Jeans?
Shucks!

Ungrateful offspring
sharper than a serpent's  tooth
a mother’s love fails

The worst thing worse than bad poetry
Is when the poet forget to sign his name
Blaming his ideas on his penmanship
Even when he wants to be witty
His unspoken words comes across as
A lame duck poetic predecessor

A uprising poet should always
Cast his/her nets and wait to see
What he catches,
because words are merely an utterance
of ones language.

Making the foreseeable less predictable
my vernacular might seem deplorable
I celebrate life through poetry
I ‘m descended from royalty

Moved on, and don’t be discourage
I took that long word voyage
Some years ago to reduce sanity
I’m descended from royalty

To hell with the long lonely night
It’s just darkness over the daylight
Unlike most publicity-based celebrity
I’m descended from royalty

E-mail sent from Heaven

Written on gold and silver stone
Contents
My people have gone astray
to each his or her own way.

My Brethren is texting all over the land.
the lambs and sheep continues to be
slaughter by man.

As the undocumented skilled workers
watered the neighbor lawn
while the master of the home video tape ****.
neglecting his family in his home land

My creation has disappointed me tremendously
evil overpowered the good in man
therefore, no ending to this horror across the lands.

The popping sound of the firecrackers,
or was it the sound of DSM thirty four
rose to the heaven
the arch Angel sound the sirens

Man down, man down,
as the scream echoes in the airwaves,
another mother son lay dying
due to street violence,
Black on black crime
white and black catastrophe.
an frequents outbursts in society
by idle hands of a youth insanity.

The window are eyes ,
as it quickly closes its curtain
to a life uncertain.
so
its fades into a slumber.
building fear into the heart of the citizens.

Suffer the fool gladly
that he or she might see
the destruction of their ways.

CEASE FIRE ON STREET VIOLENCE.

The ******
Eye contact is key when giving a compliment
We give a compliment to the eyes
The hair, the lips, and most recently
the curves,
However, behold a beauty
Behold a gold mine
Behold an ugly beauty
Once consider to be so divine
most men speaks in tongues
as they feast upon this beast
a low carb appetizers
that never seem to please
white meat or dark meat
so juicy , sometimes sinful
a mystery, a blessing

this remarkable commodity can make one lose ones focus

Death is a mystery and, perhaps a blessing
Can you imagine a world where no one dies?
Someone have to die, in order for someone to be born
Too many mouths to feed, to many manmade diseases
I thought about life and death this
morning on a jam- packed train
I felt like I was going insane,
The air was impossible to breathe
The different faces, the looks and the wide eyes gazes
Imagining that in a never ending world
Where other human are glue to each other like Cubic Square
Without creating a history, or an anniversary..
Why think of death as a mystery, it’s a blessing
Even trees know when to shut it roots down

Your kind of love cripples me
I am weak,
I am sad,
I feel hopeless
You make me feel like raggedy Ann
Red braids and strips stocking
Cherry lips with white and blue smocking
A fabulous smile with twinkly eyes
I am flawless today
However, tomorrow I will be worthless
I am emotionally abuse
By the master of deception
Mr. Lover

The Windows are eyes
wings like an eagle with open arms.
welcoming us with a little charm.

A gesture to ease the hardships
this recession have cast upon us,
  prolongation creeps into another year
peace talks or summit talks our
lifestyles fades like tears.

Does anybody out there really care?

Debt collectors calling
all hours of the morning,
Paychecks shrinks,
Our state of mind is on the brink
Are we going under?
Like a loud clap of thunder.

Does anybody out there really care?

The front door smiles
and the wings are like open arms
is this our only charms?
recession leads to depression,
Is ruining our lives.

How do I shut off my emotion?
Locked up my heart,
And spare it from pain
I hate the dating game

how can I get to know him
his ways, my ways
I am over fifty and I hate to play
This game of love
love me or leave me
he loves me,
he love me not.
negative emotions

The
Rose of Dawn
I am not a poet,

I am not a poet but I wake up early in the morning
Just to listen to the sound of the birds outside my window
While my thought turns to you,
with images of a naughty school girl
I drop down my ideas here and there
I hope of releasing my inspirational thoughts without giving up
My entire self-worth or lower my self-esteem
With each tweets the birdies makes,
It reminds me that anyone can be a poet,
Which each sipped of coffee that slowly touch my lips
I can actually feel the adrenaline surging through my body
Word, words, ideas, idea, this sense of rush
My entire self-worth, my self-esteem, perseverance”
Always reflects back to my naughty school girl experiences

Then I remember why I am not poet, because
my words are considered to be a deadly weapon
like the relentless heat of the desert.
Inducted to be worst summertime madness
Even for a poet.

Three thousand times
I felt the weight of the world
  Sinking me into the floor,
I Embrace Your Failures!
Draw Strength
Each and every single moment
I  often took sneak peaks at your underwear,
and
Laugh out loud sometimes
squirmed  
Against Your brutal body odors

  I stood firm with my legs on the floor
No more! No more!
I am just an old worn out chair.

Nothing is more beautiful than sipping tea or coffee
While admiring lovely roses as they sprung into view
this beautiful June Morn

Or Even
hanging out on the boardwalk looking out to sea
Thinking of grandmother crockpot beer and beef stew

However, how can it be more memorable?
As old tires buried half way into the front lawn
Suddenly, you find yourself thinking about Dawn
Your classmates ...Cassidy and Tate
who recently passed on

Then you notice stifling weeds babies between the lilies
You bounces back when reality jogs your memory

The stifling **** suffocate the lilies
It’s a life lesson to learn from nature flowers
Unhappy raucous behavior every passing hour
through life little things

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool
Than to speak out and remove all doubt.”

― Abraham Lincoln
……………………..
Conversation with older folks always
Makes us think about
How complex we are
When asked 80 to 90 percent of older people
How are they doing?
Most replies are the same
“Child I am just waiting.
Waiting!
For what
To meet my maker”
From the time we were born
Plans were made for us
About our life
What are you going to be?
When we grow up
And soon has one become an adult
Our thoughts about dying
Frighten us
You are born then you die
Life might be simple for some
However, it a race to
get over unfairness of life

I met my third grade teacher last year
The first thing she said to me
“Did you follow your dreams?
A moment in an instant world
I felt like she were in control
^
She is much older now
However, nothing has change
We born, then we die
No matter how hard we try
The ropes never seem to loosen

One must take charge of his or her own life
Someone once wrote that
Life, like marbles block is given to all,
However, everybody doesn’t know how to layered such blocks
Even if they read the manuals on life and survival skills
With careful observation, it seem that the local
women spirit cracks so easily on the small Island of Bim
as the men moves on to other women’s
Leaving many on suicidal watch

I visited my old friends, on the island as time permits
And nothing seem to change, they older folks
Weakness still shows:
they lives seem to be on a standstill,

The little island girl in me Grieves within for them
Over the years, I have grown into a stronger woman
I demand respect from my friends,
especially the men

Its more women and not enough men to fulfill
Their ****** appetites, so life on the island become a *** war,
Infidelity is higher than ever,
where the flying fish is plentiful
whereas, some of the women seem so pitiful.

Older men with younger women
The middle-aged women either have to join a church
Or unfortunately,
lined the walls of the dance hall,
or pubs
While looking for love in all the wrong places,

The nights slowly moves into the wean hours of the morning
while the Barskeepers promotes the beer three for ten dollars
Snip snaps sounds is heard throughout their establishments
It seems more like humiliation than enjoyment
In the meantime broken hearts merges all over the place

The only patronage that seem to be having a time of
their lives was the tourists from abroad, who show
signs of unsteady gaits; but were having a wonderful time
On the Island of Bim

The barbecues grills filterers golden spark,
the music
Entices the air
the salted breeze, balm our lips even
Merging with the taste of the Bank beers,
and it was all well
on the island for that short period.
However, with all my finding and frustration, nothing
Can beat cold, cold coconut water
or a refreshing Bank Beer

Give and Take
I do not speak of love:
because I struggle with its true meaning
I do not say good morning to strangers
What’s so good about it

I do not celebrate birth:
a child is born:
suddenly someone die
I do not exchange gift on holidays,
Or birthdays
because that cycle will continue
Like the never-ending story:

Life is a struggle within itself by having
To pretend to like strangers,
exchanging  gifts
It’s a profane of utter of words under one breath
the hellos, or good mornings

I do not speak of ****:
because the taboo is that only weak men get ****
Why?
Because there has been so little research into the **** of men

I do not speak kindly to any relationship with a married man
The Bible does not talk about dating
Only marriages, unhappiness,
And foreign lands

However, only spend time on those who love you
Unconditionally

When I go back to the Island
and my old friends said that they miss me
I miss me too,
the old me,
The one who had the futuristic ideas
the girl with
the ***** locks braids which is
so happy and natural like the
land
the same girl with the ashy feet,
the one who work the land with her bare hands

I was like a woman land army,
wild and carefree
the same girl who  use her teeth to peel
out the hard skin and bite into the inner part of
the sugarcane and chew it.

who planted Roses, Morning Glories
with a smile
The one who loaded sharp blades sugarcanes
on to the high trucks
in the relentless hot sun
or frigid rain
with aches and pain
and drank water from the pitchers
until the sun go down;

Somehow, that girl survive those hard days
Even when she dance until dawn to the
sweet sound of the reggae beat
and the oldies Goldie's tunes

The one who woke up early to catch the 5:20 am bus
to travel miles to work in
Wildleys for minimum wages.

So when I go back to the islands
And my old friends say they miss me
Old friends brings all of the memories
back into the present state of mind
for a woman who is growing old

May the birds of happiness
Always sing your songs
True friends stay together


Have you ever bumped
into a friend expectedly ,
You stop, you greet
You exchange small talk,

However, as they walk away
for a moment you wish
You wore a veil
just to avoid that road block
Without the willow sigh of... oh ****!

Suddenly the memories
Of your friend resurface;
You slowly looked back and wave goodbye
With a pleasant smile upon your face
Was that Betty or Mesha B?
Memories are supposed to last forever
True friends stay together

However, it's so hard to remember the names
of old friends from your past
  Without losing that gap of time and place
A loss or change, healing or new beginning
When everything changes; it changes everything

However, as the conversation end
With “Oh isn’t it a lovely day”
It was so good to see you my nameless friend
despite the memory loss

Every Moves Must Have A Purpose


Standing on the edge of the cliff looking down

at the muddy water

My body froze, my mind  
wandered about life altering

The floating leaves cluster against an old tree branch
the stronger ones, hurried along: an image of mockery
An ill feeling came over me:
What the purpose of living?
I saw the younger generation shoving us
Asking us to make room!
Make room
I saw injustice about to happen:
I felt the squeeze

lost for a moment
Numb and ill emotions

Should've I jump
or should I move away from the cliff

"Hiss “whisper the wind."

What you are about to do is a sin.

Who do you think you are Tim Tin?

I felt a sudden tug on my arm

a little voice whispered,
“Satan you’re a liar.

Turn down that heat on the fire,

Unhand me!  
I wouldn’t be dupe by you

I stumble for a moment,
Gasping for breath
as I held my chest

Was I brain-dead or just simply

Mad as hell?
suicidal thoughts

Every move has its purpose
And life is to move on

Thank God I didn’t take that plunge
Every Moves Must Have A Purpose

To be the one in the crowd, who whispered words
no one would ever hear
To be the raven, who has never had the guts to
return to Noah Ark;

To be the dry, red rot shoes
who have never been worn because
07 was a size too small for those cow hoofs

To be the Cardinals from around the world
Who has to selected the next 17th Pope
As the world watch:

To be the end of a journey for the new born:
whose mother lay helplessly on the stretcher
because of her lifestyles:

It would be a blessed day not to be awaken
by the sound of the roaster who croaks
no blogging, blogging, or no ranting:
What would be sole purpose?
Not to do the things I love?

To be one who have to take a slice of bread:
And make breakfast for five hungry children

To be the one who said:
Today is the day I am going to look for a job
After spending nineteen years
with the same employer
Just to be ******* by the same company
Who claims the company is going to be bankrupt
No money for his employees
~
I have just begun to see life as it is.
I need no sympathy:
I must be tripping
wake up and live

Another year without looking in your eyes
another day, another month,
feels  likes eternity
another dream,  another anxiety
another night, another dream to be ignore
I hope that you know you set my soul on fire,
With your absence, leave a lot to be desired,
Time is against us,
Loving you is all that matters….
Circumstances:
My dearest Francis

Poets, songwriters, and composers
Were absolutely correct when they say
Love is blind and justice is impaired
Is the dead better off than the living?
~
I slowly open the door to the room nineteen
Somehow, the door made a shrieking sound
They all turn and looked at me in slow motion
I saw the hatred that was in their eyes:
it felt like being bitten by poisonous flies
Clones and comics together in one room:
On the hottest day of June
~
You Aint Seen Nothing Yet
in comparisons to a Amarillo
Or daffodils desperately trying to emerge in coldest day of March
So, I said hello my fellow poets,
~
When are we going to stop laying wreaths?
at the tomb of the unknown?
When are mothers and fathers going to say?
“No to their sons and daughters behaviors
There is a war, going on right here amongst us
Stop the hate, stop the bigotry
Plant a tree in the name of love.

Sometimes when we touch
The honesty too much, Dan Hill
honest and sympathetic approach
to that ongoing question
Do I you still love them?
~
I remember when I said
I love Him
It was so easily said
the glows from blushing,
that healthy feeling,
~
Now our love stand still likes
The curtain on my window sill
So decorative, simple details
unlike our relationship
Come hell or high waters
something is definitely missing from our life
it's
my love for him which
Changes like my curtains according to the seasons:
Sometimes when we touch
The honesty too much;
Thank you so much Dan Hill
For that clear view;

When you woke up to the sound of the water dripping
Knowingly you
Lost the love of your life, fire of your *****
Suddenly, you silently scream
for human contact
~
my heart pounding so loudly: I had to responds
to my brain quickly. To prevent an heart attack
It seem once again I have lose
With my fault of my own
I have chosen the wrong man
An elder
to fulfill my  ****** desire
Blind love is not the way to choose your lover
His favorite word: to his problems
That’s Life my honey: that is life
His life not mines

I have learnt to deal with being alone at an early age
saying goodbye with simple hands gestures
“Goodbye!
goodbye
I smile like a mute warrior within:
To Hazel, Jennifer, Marline and
And most recently my best friend
~
Instead of saying it from my heart
I wave to him for a less than a minute
Looking straight ahead to the future
~
You must never allow surprise feeling
To sneak up on you,
at the end
This kind of feeling would either break us
Or strengthen us
~
Always think of the prayer positions
the tight folding of the hands,
the goodbyes and the hand gestures
of awkward moments during
our final farewell

When your heart refuses to accepted love
You must clear your heart and let it go.
Or should you take it really, really slow
Look up above, look up above
for inspiration

A wild card or a life time gamble
a rush of adrenaline might  boost you
Or perhaps a sudden stumbles and fumbles
might defies your actions
Day or our lives, clearly in view

Heart of darkness shield like overcast
Upon a wounded heart
Oh! What a mighty task
Awaken by the light of dawn at last
in the shape of sterling silver mask
~~~
When dreams become reality:
It’s no longer a dream.
Heartbreak knows no gender

The blackbird lands on my window.
singing sweet songs of melodies
the same time everyday
such lovely songbirds
~
I knew
That he was delivering a message
His soft bird’s beak compose a soft melody
As close to a well-written composed symphony
~

The sun shine bright
Upon the window pane,
“What’s it: my little friend?”
would you like for me to
“ go outside and feel the
  lovely sun upon my face?
~
Spring is finally here,
Spring is finally here
Hip, hip hooray
~
The warm weather encourage my tulips to emerge
my red roses opening to the sun
With smiley gestures
Welcome spring with a warm embrace

Dispassionate Objectivity #2
The helicopter hovers over the neighborhood
I listened to the hiss of the radiator. Often I'd
awaken in the wee hours, somehow this morning
evokes a mother's greatest fear: and deepest pain
about burying her only child.
~~~~~~~~~2
Only God know what happen to flight three seventy
Have it been stolen?
Once again it crowd in the skies
Somehow, as years goes by it seem to
more dangerous than football grounds
So many question, but not enough answers
~~3
Unfortunately, only God know what lurks in the hearts
Of reckless people
Ones can only say, so many times
“Look what they gone and do”
~~~4
  Your Home, your sanctuary
your comfort zone
However, when you are blown to smithereens
From a building gas explosion
useless tears , silent prayers

After they are gone
Nothing seem the same anymore
No matter how much you stare at the door
Or adapt your hearing range for that special click
In hope of hearing that crackling tick
The thrilled is gone
~
Now we avoid each other
Like the poisoned pawn
Once he was a rock
in my golden pond

I have wanted other things:  more than anything
,

The thing I wanted most
was a Barbie doll
Nana said that it was useless and a waste of money
So instead Nana brought me three beautiful summer dresses
~~
When I was about ten years old, I wanted a Barbie doll with golden hair
Instead they brought me a cheap doll with no hair;
and some frilly days of the week underwear

Every part of my doll kept coming apart
I remember my little brother chewing on the doll feet leaving bite marks
~
I had to keep the doll away from kettles, candles, radiators and even the hot sun
Once I leave it near an electric water kettle: To my surprise I never knew that
Cheap plastic usually melt
~~~
When I was about fourteen, I wanted to go to the country fair with my friends
To experience the life of a teenager,
Instead granddad got out his vintage bell and Howell movie cameras
and said to me “watch your friends from afar with these new lens”
~
I wanted others things more than anything else besides
Being under the watchful eyes of my grandparents:
I wanted to be that kind of kid that who stayed out late and get into trouble:
I wanted to be that badass defiance one

The outer surface does not project the truth,
so many of us live in fear.
~~~~

How often have we wondered why intelligent individual
do the craziest things,
just to add a title to your name
some of us get married under false pretense.
in addition, some seldom does it for the wrong reason.
caught in relationships season after seasons,
was it for the soul purpose of trying to fulfill a yearning?
for those that cannot be determine.
~~~~
As we buried it deep within our souls
our intangible way defines us,
getting impregnated in hope that he would stay
eventually one day he would stray.

~~~~
However, it is the fear that crippled most of us,
then it has become the lack of trust,
because we build our project on weakness,
therefore, it loosens as the years goes by,
then the elasticity of our life shows tremendously.
~~~~
this necessary part of our life becomes a reality
and once again the yearning seize,
now here comes nothing.
wasted years and wasted nights,
not it is time to struggle and rebuild our images,
unlike a baby first steps.
we stumbled and fall.
~~~~
We reborn into wiser individual,
Is this a new beginning?
for us to trained our minds from sensing the shame,
moreover, shifting the blame.
as we desperately mastered our thoughts unto higher horizons,
and rid our souls from toxics elements in our life.
transcending unto a peaceful life.
Is this a new beginning?
For us.

A dozen roses on her nightstand
Seem so uneven
they came around two-ish
I watch as the family members hug and kiss her
~
However, the little boy stood by the door
Staring at the old hag in the chair
She stares back at him
~
“Oh how she love him once
is this what  love look like
As it die faster than yesterday flowers
Where have all the flowers gone?
  When she said
It’s a boy
six years ago

A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH
My Dearest Kevin
My hands shake nervously as I write this letter
  the ink made heart-shapes
resembling pieces of my heart as it reach out to you
                
I just want you to know that loving you isn’t easy
My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mills @ Boons
collection of books
Haven't prepared me enough
To deal with a player like you
I heard it through the grapevine,
That you are heartbreaker, and a womanizer
With only one thing on your adolescence mind

My grandmother always told me, that
Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free
My grandma is a wise woman
More like a heroine in my eyes
I am the heroine of my life
More like a Nancy Drew
Without a clue

I am never satisfied I am curious
And mysterious
However I am very chary
Kind of gal
^
I do believe that
I am in love with you today
However,
I might hate you tomorrow
Because you never know with a secret admirer
To the man I love today
They are nothing more than I can say.
I will wait for your reply my love

A Pray For Peace

Father for thy, promise blessing
Let there be no more uprising
Forgive the misunderstanding
God of love eases all suffering

Thy high counselor spoke of war
distrubuting bandoliers and cigars
Clearly, there is no escaping
God of love eases all suffering

It’s sad to see the frantic cries
As thousands of tortured soul dies
Stop the tears, regret and lies
Glory to God, and praise thee

I married him for all the wrong reasons
his dashing good looks
which
leave something to be desired
~
secondly
~
the  added addition
to his bank books,
which was a God sent
in this winter of my hardship
~
And by this all being tragically said
Never once have I  bothered to check out the family tree
~
indeed wasn’t
a sensible adjustment
~
Finally
I divorced him for all the right reasons his
Cheating and dealing
and his inexperienced *******
This was worse than any dealing

I woke up to another month,
In another year,
and nothing seem to change
the wintry cold, the eastern wind
the older it gets

nothing seem to change,
but this confounded weather
Goodbye January
Please enter Ms. February
Please show us some love and harmony.

A devilish change indeed
I've seen the Oppressor's cruel words
I looked into their eyes and smile
~~
My granddad most memorable words
Look into their eyes and smile my child
Never bow your head unless it’s to pray
~~
They might have a running feud with you
Not you with them
folks fight their own demon within

It’s the tainted smell from the blood
Of the beast as it washes our dark street
And clog our drains with shame and stains

Obnoxious things that would never go away
In this age of time:
because off the vitriolic hatred and bigotry
which often lead to hate words and crime
~
Granddad said he drank, talk and laugh
with them at the pub
and watch as the rats nibble at their faces
As they fall into the ditches in society fueding
about the black race.

However, a rat isn’t going to bite you
You unless he feel threaten.
so small point keep on smiling

It’s in the heart of the winter,
Spring is so far away,
The foggy cloud,
competes with the cold misty rain
And here we are once again,
~
I ran my fingers through my soft hair
as your breathe a timely hissed, hissed
So steamy, so inviting
down my neck while caressing my face
back, my buttocks
with tingling sparkle of spray
~
My body is warm and yet its shivers
the scent of lavender, and peppermint
Circle the air with a comforting feel
I looked at that size of its head
And shout
Shiver- me –timber
~
You **** golden rain;

What did Guru the Monk whisper in my ear
He said "why mimic the soul of a fool
the fool is between heaven and hell

You embrace the light
he lived in darkness
Why mimic the soul of a foul

Every man thinks he is wiser than his neighbor
his house is adjacent and both lawns merge
with his Academic Achievement;
he is still an undergraduate

What did Guru the Monk whisper in my ear?
"My sister each website has an owner
each owner has an agenda
he provides the stars
but withheld the moon.

Your soul shines through everything
you touch, say or do.
blessed my child;
"Your mama didn't
raise a fool