A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

I dream big, I stumble and Fall!
I think big, I hustle and fail!
Take your case on another level, do you pray?
Every day is an opportunity to humble yourself and pray.
Lord knows, humble yourself and pray, no time to waste;
No time to think bad, dream big, praise him, no time to waste.
Lord knows this is the God of day one, what an experienced man.
Beware of these people with their herbs, trust the many calendars man.

No side deal with the devil (indeed), humble yourself and pray.
I’m talking to you as a prophet, success without prayer;
Is nothing before the eyes of the Lord, humble yourself and pray.
Any success must grow your spiritual life, do you hear me!
Lord knows (indeed), thank God for seeing another day.
He is a great God, he thinks big, humble yourself, and praise him.

Written By: The Senior 06/12/2019

i feel numb,
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                                                            b­ i n, w r a p p i n g  p l a s t i c  
                                                            b­ a g s   i n  a  b o w, 
                                                            c­ o n c e a l i n g  t h e  u g l y  
                                                            w­ i t h  a n  e m p t y  s e a s h e l l,  
                                                            c h a n g i n g   t h e i r  l e n s e s 
                                                            f o r  d i s t o r t e d  g l a s s e s,
                                                            r o s e - c o l o u r e d  f o r  
                                                            s­ o c i e t y,    f e i n i g n i n g  
                                                            h­ a p p i n e s s  f o r  m i s e r y,
                                                            c l o s i n g  w a s t e  b i n s  f o r
                                                         f a m i l y,  s e a l i n g  t r a s h c h u t s
                                                          f o r  m y  a c t, b o l t i n g  d o o r s
                                                         f o r  m y  s a n i t y, w a s t i n g  
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There are many people,walking
around,
what kinda city,no one is talking
around !!

She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.

Whatever song you'll hum
while you drive is like a rhapsody
to my heart.
we'd have our fingers interlaced
and our hair
feeling the caress
of midnight breeze
as we speed at the highway
looking our way
to forever.
-Ikigai Poet

Five Star blue planet
Cosmic Hubble love bubble
Heaven's parallel