I'm back, you rowdy rond boys.
Got me rowdy rond rhymes, and me rowdy rond noize.
Kick back in me ol' spot, smokin' me spliff.
Sit up in me chair when I hear a sweet riff.

It's Marley on da bass, slappin like he do
Head bangin' back and forth like ya know ya want to.
Reggae is back and me life in on track.
Got baeties in the penthouse and they cookin' up crack.

Can't believe me stopped writing. It was hard to say no.
But I'm back to smokin' mo' ***** than ever befo'.
Me poetry's like sirup, open ya mouth, and I'll pour it.
It's clever, it's dank, it's reggae. I'm glad for it

Triumphantly
Exploring
Imperfections
Yielding
A*ngles of this Angelic Actuality

Thoughtful and
Experienced, she
Intertwines the
Yin with Yang.  She yearns for a life well-lived while
Appreciating any and every
Profound piece's place, whether
Arbitrary or thought by some as
Trivial.  What's
Transparent by most who see through, don't
Embody the life that she would choose, and those beautiful artifacts are surely never
N*eglected by her, impacted by everything she views.