when my love
went through heaven's door
and left my tears
upon earth's floor,

i found out then
that all of time
and everything
that's yours and mine,

whether it's by luck or chance
in the end is a brief glance
as glory gets the final dance.

how did we get here,
through a tear
or another
mundane year?

but we have to move
and part with the past
in order to last,
our lives were meant
for good things
and
birds that sing,

so I will not cry
but you and I
must wake up to
the new sun in the sky.

I want my words to live past me
beyond when I cease to be,
of all the things from my past
the truest ones are
my words that last.

I want my prayers
to outlast me,
spoken when I
cease to be,
Remember that
no one can stay,
but our link to heaven
is when we pray.

fall
golden dark hues
these i choose.

fall
fire red
not dead.

fall
warm orange and yellow
define mellow.

fall
natures way
to glorify gray.

fall
inspired melancholy
radiating beauty.

the thing about rhyming
is all in the timing,
much like a dance
melodically flowing
to the poets creative chance.

HOPE is a word,
a promise of faith
rich and lasting.

To pair it with politics
is disrespectful and cheap,
poor casting.

The Audacity.

we are not defined by color
we are not defined by race
and continuing to do so
only breeds disgrace.

our skin is a mere shell
our  feature's our decor,
when will we all realize
we are made of so much more.

the ignorance of judgement
has no sanity or shame,
while the prejudice in hate
forever fans the flame.

the substance of our goodness
is born within the heart
learning to look inside ourselves
is where we all should start.