The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce in water.
Water music,
loud in the clearing
off the boats,
birds, leaves.
They look for a place
to sit and eat--
no meaning,
no point.

Robert Creeley (1926-2005).
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

It's gonna be okay, it's just rain.
Because i don't want to get wet.
I always keep dry under my umbrella.

Anonymous. 12/14/2015.
©2015 Trevon S. Haywood.

Soul of black folk Trevon Martin and Emmett till..
A image of the worlds ills
There's a different between mans n Gods will..
The physician has  stethoscope now breathe Yes the worlds ill
A deviant of society words that the deaf can feel..
The difference in a person defines whats real..
My ancestry.
Oh yeah cotton fields
In a dressing room being asked how my jeans of cotton feel..
I don't know cause my genes are imprinted
Reaction to fashion..
How corrupt are these thoughts of blackness that have us branded..
Called to be continents of Christ but island mindsets have us stranded..
Like how u white and you talk black..or how you black and you talk white..
There's no discrimination to ignorance Just like Gods sight..
Yet a clear division he judges the heart its darks and its lights.
He sprinkled his people the salt on earth.
Eat dirt the earth lacks flavor
Transformed to salt 
We should not conform to dirt..
Express food I wonder if God taste buds hurt..
Chefs cooking lukewarm dishes..
Serving Jesus as he spits the food out.
Now he raging through the kitchen....
Looking for the ingredients like this is not the recipe..
Where is the complex simplicity ..
No surprise that there's sickness due to obesity...
A melting *** stirred my God  blends together...
He makes us all the same feather..
Once realized we can fly together..
Wings strong enough to fly through any weather..
Fly higher than Satan's paws that filthy jungle cat...
Yet some still want to perch on his back..
A bird singing but can't see the bars on the Cage..
Try to escape and hit the bars  which causes flight to disengage..
Racism damages the wings..
Hate damages the wings..
Why does a cage bird sing....
Well I don't think Its a song its a scream..
Because if you pay attention the pitch changes once freed..
That same sound harmonizes with the breeze..
A wonderful song heard through the trees
As trees we should be deeply rooted in Christ..
In Faith not flesh that's why the forest is a mess..
Like a tree planted next to a oil spill or nuclear reactor..
And some radiation has disturbed the soil..
Fruit spring up already spoiled..
And I think of the seedlings..
Without proper cultivation grow up to be weaklings..
Jesus is the gardener prepared to work a miraculous healing..
But he only heals if your willing
Church never stops whether in or outside of the building..

That's what they say, never trust any type of genius like that.
It's called the inheritance and selection.
And this is gonna be better than this and better than that.
Like we always do.
Because we are so smart, dark and lovely. We always have fun and a good time tonight.
No complaints, no exceptions and no warnings.
We always stay safe and we always stay warm. There's everything to do with the inheritance and selection.

Anonymous. 12/16/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

Bring on the rain.
And listen to the thunder.
I'm cruel than the other two.
Like daughter, like son.

Anonymous. 12/14/2015.
©2015 Trevon S. Haywood.

The blueness dies out my eyes tonight,
The red gold of my heart. O how still the light burns!
Your cloak of sadness encircles the long descent.
Your red lips seal your friend's unhinging.

Georg Trakl (1887-1914). 12/16/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood

it's the final month of 2015 and we have to finish strong before it's all over set and done.
We don't have to wait too long because Christmas is 3 weeks away and the new year is coming up soon.
So, be safe and patient until 2015 is officially coming to a beautiful grand end.
And if it works, I'll be pursuing my business next year as one of it's own kind.

Anonymous. 12/1/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

How do i know you,
when the rain came down peacefully?
And it happens every year.
Since the year i've started here.
This is still 2015, and it's not over yet.
We've only got 2 weeks until 2016 comes as soon as possible.

Anonymous. 12/14/2015.
©2015 Trevon S. Haywood.

The inspiration comes standard.
With lots of rules and regulations that we need to follow.
To support each other with considerable respect and adorable.
Like men and women.

Anonymous. 12/11/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

Why am I so sad?
Because I'm young and the restless.
I miss some new good friends.
Including me, myself and I.
The reason why is that I'm still young and the restless.
And I'm still happy and proud, excited and lovely.
I wanna fall in love with women.
Why am I lonely?
Because I'm still young and the restless.
I love you. I don't wanna lose you.

Anonymous. 12/19/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a descent happiness.

Robert Creeley (1926-2005).
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

Everyone knows that i still love math and science.
But i have plenty of options for that too.
Because this is going to be a great party ever.
And i still wanna celebrate all day and all night.
We are never gonna waste time for all the things we've had done fot the past couple of years.
Anyways, i still love the rain so much because it's way better than snow.
Besides, there's no snow in New England yet, but we'll see if i can predict the weather for the winter season as soon as possible.
And since it's the final month of 2015, i can do whatever i want to in a new partner and i can fall in love with someone all over again.

Anonymous. 12/2/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.