I hold something deep inside unseen by anyone.  It's priceless to some but not to all......Satan knows about it hence the fall.

It was given to me by someone I know.  Before I received it I was pure like fresh snow.  People would smile at me and say hello.

Since it has entered my personal space ....its always on my mind....and at times I can't sleep, I toss and turn.  I need a cold shower because my insides burn.

I wish they had never given it to me at all.
I'm feeling like Cinderella before she went to the ball.  I'm all cried out and that's a fact.....

I'm going to call them up and give it back. It has become too much for me to bare....I'm worrying and losing my hair.

This is something you should never keep....especially if its potential is destroy another person....and for you to gain respect.

There are some things I never want to collect....so when they get here i'll finally repay my debt.....I have a few things that i also regret.....and i will tell them in their ears so at night they won't forget.

                       SECRETS.......anything that's done in the dark comes to light eventually.

Dear Me..... First let me say that i love you.  That's real talk.  I have nothing to gain....after all we share the same names.  I've been with you throughout the years.
I vividly remember all those tears.

The abuse and yelling and screaming and running away.  I have bad memories.... like your father dropping you over the bannister causing you to visit the hospital that day.  He was cracking jokes....while we had a hole in our head.....I recall... not so fondly the words he said "don't tell your mother....don't say a word." He had a nerve to repeat it as if I hadn't heard.

Yes...he said it was your fault...but i new better.  I wanted to give you some closure....so I'm writing you this letter.  I hear you tell the stories every now and then.....you tell it with a smile although there is pain that still resides within.

How many times did we wander the street? ...searching and begging for change .....just to get something to eat.  The one that was supposed to love you.....really didn't know how ......his father died when he was fourteen.

How could he care for you and he was only nineteen?  Then he started to hustle and bought a store......got high off his own supply .....firebombed his house.....because when the kids were younger ......he would make them cry.

I remember him saying that you wouldn't amount to much and smacking you in front of his friends for GP.......it wasn't just you.... he did it to me.  

But enough of that.....Look in the mirror and see the man I see.  Can you see those eyes? Hey ....that's me.  You have have come a long way.......abuse,cheating spouse who had a child by another.....where's Rihanna? I could use an umbrella, ellla,ellla,aye.

The divorce took a toll on us.....I'm glad you went to church.  In God we trust. Thank you for writing and saving us....you held so much in I'm surprised you didn't bust.

You have been through a lot in this life and I just want to tell you.....You are more than a conqueror and you will win.  I'm going to be by your side until the end.

I love you like I love my Son......now I want to shine like one. I'm proud of you. I want your faith to increase....greater is he that is in me..than that is in the world.

Sincerely yours......Jesus and me

Words are raining down like snowflakes....falling on your tongue like icing from a cake.  I don't bake...but i create rhymes sometimes.

Happy or sad....I love to write about love ....I try to be hard...but that's just not me.....I'm more of smooth talker.  Take my hand and come walk with me.

Can we lay in the grass and look at the clouds....and daydream about our future together out loud.  I avoid drama because that takes the attention off of you...but i wrote about Attention that was dedicated to you.

The power of words....My Word is "breathe" because God breathed in the nostril of man.....and for that reason .....I am able to caress your hand.  To kiss you ever so softly and look in your eyes.....I don't compare myself to those other guys ......because i stand alone.

I love a challenge.....and you make me work.  My mind is working overtime in an effort to impress....but my eyes are fixated by your body in that dress.

What is poetry? Poetry is the connection I have with you.  I'm the paper and you're the pen, Amen.

I learned from a teacher that  "A parent is the first one we see.  The apple falls next to the tree.

So...you continue to be on my mind even when I'm sleep.  That letter from a stalker made your heart weak.  He cut your brakes and said he was looking inside....maybe he saw you....while I gave you a ride.  The **** on my head as I tried to protect you was well worth the wait.  I glad that we could share a peaceful date....but hold up...wait!

I'll be right back.  Look up in the sky! What do you see....a poem written in the clouds all courtesy of me....your favorite superhero.  I don't go by a name....because i am free.  

Hey...I'm back ....with a few more dollars from that bank.....for some odd reason there was a hole in the  wall. A guy walked by and said he saw an advertisement on Craigslist and stated it was free....I grabbed all I could carry and said that's cool with me.

So...as we are together and the rain is money green.  I pray you understand what this poem means.  It was a paper that i found from long ago....A poem about a poem was the title.  There were severel judges and comments like American Idol....but I never had a clue.....until I read that last line.....the author was You.

The mind is a terrible thing to waste.......

My dad sleeps with A teddybear and i wonder why.  He's a construction worker and a pretty tough guy. He's a real man because I've never seen him cry.

He takes me to my games and when the cheers go up... he's always the loudest one. I was taught that winning is cool...but it's more important to have some fun.

Just me and my dad....I really love that guy. He's my hero and my star.....he said to be successful in life....You must be true to who you are.  I'm a poet/writer....but enough about me.....let's go back to my dad and his teddy.

My friend came over afterschool .....we were playing the game ....doing the things that kids do.  He said I'll be right back I'm going to the bathroom.

Upon his return his face had this worried look.  At first he tried to pass it off as a joke....but he failed the test.  It was obvious that he had something he needed to get off his chest.

On the way back downstairs I passed your father's room and I saw a disturbing sight.  I swore he was clutching a teddybear and holding it tight.....I hope he didn't let the bedbugs bite.  He began to laugh out loud....but i didn't find it funny.  I felt violated like pooh stealing the bees honey.

I tip toed up the stairs because this mission required stealth.....if my dad is awakened this may be harmful to my health.  I peeked into the room and what did i see?  Two beady black eyes with A yellow hat staring right at me.

I let out a gasp due to my surprise.....why the stuffed animal?  An answer was hard to surmise.  I retreated to the stairs and descended the steps.....it was like the walk of shame.....I'm thinking about relocating and changing my whole name.

My friend was smiling and asked "Did you see?" steady stuffing popcorn in his face while I'm dealing with a catastrophe.  A few minutes later my dad magically appears and I can only utter "Dad why?" He's looking confused as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.

The bear that you were holding in your sleep.....What's the reason for that?  You are an adult and way too old for that.  He paused for a few minutes to gather his thoughts.  The response I recieved wasn't what i thought.

Son...although its my business what i do.....I'll explain my situation to you.   Do you know what its like to sleep in your bed alone?  Your mother ....(my wife) is no longer home.  We used to be happy or so I thought .....

The woman I loved for so many years has broken my heart and reduced me to tears.  My greatest gift from her is you.  You are my inspiration and the reason I work the way I do.  I loved her ....but she never loved me.

If something doesn't want to stay.....you have to set it free.  Son...the bear became my form of relief .....it game me comfort and allowed me to sleep.  The perfume that your mother used to wear.....she sprayed the bear with it.  The fragrance reminds me of the love we used to share and......how I would tell her ....."I love you"...and gently stroked her hair.

The bear was given to me by your mother the first time we met.....as i become stronger and the hurt begins to decrease.....me and the bear will be at peace.  Son....I hope you understand that I'm still a strong man....I'm just hurting and allowing God to work his plan.

I got a clear view of my father's heart and i really no longer cared.....He had all the right in the world to sleep with a teddybear.

My imagination is yzarc or si it tusj creative?  My thoughts eavh been jump started and now the currents flowing.

The ediers to be good is not my tseuq.  Although, I wouldn't mind being one of the sebt.

My style is versatile like a blank scrabble etil or confusing......quite amusing......unassuming......Sir! Please keep it ginmov, so what more can I say?

I'm loaduning the words that have amassed  themselves in my head.  I guess this proves my thoughts are not eadd.

How can they be? If they inspire and give ifle.  I etwri from my heart and at times the words cut like a efikn.

Waiting for the next tachb to fill up, so they can be arranged and sent out.  They are later buffed and shined....put on lpdiasy.  I hope ouy are smiling because that's my morf of pay.

Dear Mr. President

This is a letter from me to you.  There are many who are displeased with you....but I'm actually quite proud of you.

  You helped the automotive industry get back on track......even though you had the naysayers upon your back.

I feel many people put too much of the blame on you.....especially when there are other's involved.  You can't achieve success alone....you need a team. Just like Dr.King.... I know you also have a dream.

I recall your visit to my state and eventually my city.  You blessed my neighborhood with your presence.  I saw people of different ethnicities standing as one.  Everyone was smiling even the sun.

You bellowed words of inspiration into the mike.  My family was gathered on the sidewalk and for once everything seemed to be alright.

I like how you are just a regular guy and love to play ball.  I admire the fact that you get to play with the superstars who will eventually enter the Hall of Fame.

  Your name has been etched in history .....I'm honored because I never thought I would see this in my lifetime.  An African American giving The State of the Union Address in primetime and granting interviews on Nightline.

I love the example of marriage and fatherhood that is on display.  It is often stated that  "we" don't commit and are dead beat dads.....from what I've witnessed you aren't doing bad.  Thank you for the positive image you have provided me.....it's a form of motivation for me.

I saw a picture where you had your feet on the desk and you were on the phone....but I knew that you were a hard worker from the hole in the bottom of your shoe.  You were about the people and walked where we lived..... not in Hollywood or Rodeo Drive with your finger in the air doing your redition of  ' Staying Alive."

Mr. President...the thing that really gets me upset....is the blatant form of disrespect.  They continue to call you by your last name....You earned the title of President yet they deliberately leave it out.  I often hear Mr. Obama or Barack.....how is this cool when you are obviously on the clock.


They showed respect to President Clinton and George Bush.....both of them even though he tried to steal a whole state....but no one will discuss that issue.....I guess I'm a few years too late.  

You are highly educated and intelligent more than the media would like to say.  I'll make sure to add you to my list of leaders when I pray.

Thank you President Obama for the example you have been.  I believe that you deserve the opportunity to do it again.

Sincerely.......a struggling poet.

The room is dark and he's sitting alone.  The light from the moon sneaked a peek inside.  He's writing something....but i can barely see.  

The blanket is so soft that's covering me.  He removed me from the closet.  I was in a box with some cards from when he was a kid.  I was actually surprised when he opened the lid.

I've been in this box for quite awhile....so I'm wondering about the occasion.
I see him lacing up his prized possessions....he also has a closet full of those.
He says he loves them and that they match his clothes.

A tear falls on to me ......and i feel the warmth of his hand.   I'm turned over and pulled back....and out jumps one of my friends.  She falls on to the bed and sticks her landing as the blanket cushions her fall.

He lays me back on the bed and searches the room for something.....I hear a click and realize that he has locked the door.  I'm trying to figure out what he has in store.

Whatever it was ....he finally found and loaded it up with her brothers.  Meanwhile...she was still there lounging on the covers.

She said...."you know what he's about to do don't you?"  I stated that I didn't have a clue.  He's about to make us become an accessory to a crime.

He's attempting to use his last life line.  The news caught me by surprise....I vowed to serve and protect .....to guard my owners house.

She said "He has tried it before ....matter of fact several times. He just never succeeds. That's why he purchased you.  He thought it was the gun ....he said it kept jamming when he pulled the trigger.


I asked her what happened...and she said "We worked together...since he's not strong enough to refrain from the voices that speak....we decided to be the strong one's since he is weak."

The safety did his part..because he thought.... he took it off...The clip decided that she didn't want to fit....she had put on a little weight. Plus she went from a size sixteen to a thirty two.  She was really upset and didn't know what to do.

My brother's and I worked with the trigger and when he stuck me to his head and closed his eyes.....all you heard was a click.  His hands were sweaty and so was his face....I guess he envisioned blood all over the place.

We had just pulled off a trick....although he tried once again. The attempt was another failure.  He will never know that we are a team and preserved his life.

We won't become an accessory and maybe he will get an opportunity to read that suicide note response....so he can see the other side of his selfish act.  This is not an opinion....what I'm stating is a fact.

I guess he's gratefulful that he's still here....I see a tear and he's on his knees.

He said "Lord please forgive me for my selfish behavior.  I just don't know what to do.  I prayed and nothing happened...so i became angry with you.

  Why...must I struggle when others have it so good?  Why did my wife leave me for another man....even after I put a diamond ring on her hand?

  Why did i suffer abuse from my dad? ....Lord, please restore the fire within me.  I'm hurting so much inside....and feel death would have been better.

That's the reason for my letter.  Lord...I hope you forgive me. Thank you Amen.

He took me apart and placed me in a bag....before he did that... he wiped me down with a rag.  The bullets were scattered all over the place....and he finally turned on the light.

Psalm 119:105
"Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path."

An excellent decision ....and another opportunity to fight.