One thing I learned
in my long college career
is that
I don't know a thing
I cannot read minds
nor fix this world
I still fall back to
this broken poetry
The place to be
we thought as youth
though in this life
it's a choice we choose
where you desire to be
is a figment of reality
a plan so mismal
to the burning sun
What faith you lack,
oh guilty one
on this track of life
you chose death!
In this college degree
I learned to see
not through intellect
but through emptiness
Poetry flows like gentle tides
before a hurricane
her sandy shores
anticipate
Three jumps left
and two jumps right
the lord speaks
and I follow
Milk moonlight of divine delight
silky sheets of satin rose
nerves underneath
emit electricity
and birth
Lovers in my past
don't leave my mind
their faces exist
etched in time
Sink like a stone
through deep waters
fall to her blackness
and the dark sea's wonders
thin skin, a lighted hook
neon guppies glitter
in florescent
store light
Take heed when he calls
for the depressed ones
in your life
call
Always help
those in need
for you never know
when you, it could be
Solomon wrote
songs and poetry
they flowed from thought
as divine symphony
of what does this teach you of women?
Solomon had the most
of any man
Be true to yourself
and your dreams will come
not the dreams you've planned
but the one's- you stumble upon
A gentle tickle, a sudden pulse of electric energy
