Beacon in the sky
  Shining bright in
      The darkness of night.
          A guiding light to me home.
           Never fade. Navigational aid in
            Centuries past. Beautiful light
              Forever last

She was so lovely but then she changed.
The cards her life dealt her made her deranged.
But it wasn’t the drugs that transformed her at all,
it was the pain and trauma that pushed her to fall.

Every day I sit down and begin to open my soul;
I bleed out onto the paper in ink; feelings becoming less whole.
But oh, what a beautiful release from within.
The secrets are out, no longer buried beneath my skin.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s 4:03am
but the ghosts of her past are catching up again.
She wants to forgive herself for the mistakes that she’s made,
but she’s her own worst critic and she thinks of all those she may have betrayed.
Tonight her sadness is her blanket and guilt is her insomnia keeping her awake,
and her tears are drowning her; she’s breaking down, there is unfortunately no mistake.

Protect your fingers, protect your toes
Follow the wrinkles, pay out the tolls
Jump the gate, find the bread crumbs
It's too late, would you like some ***?
Wallow in the gallows, more *** flow than blood flow
Limply creeping to who knows
You hate yourself.
You let it woe.

A Tuesday morning
Gunsmoke, a hot cup of Joe.
The TV turned on animal planet
Switch back to gunsmoke.
Cartoons come on once a while
For the grandkids that play their jokes
Eggs, waffles, pancakes.
Butter syrup with the toast.
A good tasting yolk from the eggs
And a good yolked family

Africa was for dark people,
but it attracted white people.
Let’s fly back to that land where women breast fed their kids without the fear of losing the shape of their bust
where we never exchanged services and goods but gave good services.
Let’s pack and go where prostitution, lesbianism and homosexuality was a bad omen
let’s pack and go to that land where children respected elders
let’s pack and go where men had natural six packs and biceps, needing no gym
where women needed no high heels
but felt like they were on mountains or high hills.
Back to where girls grew into ladies,
Then mature women ,not big babies.
I am home sick, let’s pack and go back home,
Let’s fly back to Africa,
let’s go back to black paradise.