Not accepting strife — At times I think I was cursed for having this awful burden called AMBITION! What did they expect having given me this burning desire framed within an ORDINARY LIFE Sure So very easy it would be to rhyme with Strife BUT NO! I could not settle for such simplicity I had to…

When the donor left — It was a hot night in the summer of 63 Arriving after nine months The first time my momma would finally see me But when the donor left I became right then forever A loss to society I've spent a lifetime trying to climb ladders with no rung built just for…

I really should thank her — I want TO LOVE that breaks it down into do or die I want TO LOVE that when all is darkness we can still see blue skies I want TO LOVE that brings me to the brink of disaster you pushing me off knowing you will come after I want TO LOVE that will last until…

Season 1 Ep 1 — The Carringtons — FIDELITY It is understood, in almost all traditional societies, that after surviving the unpredictable misgivings of puberty and the predictable transgressions of teenage indiscretions a young man’s coming into maturity, his Papillion, his release of all childish things, his final arrival is measured in his having accepted his role as a…

So why do you care — Edward Bulwer-Lytton the renowned English playwright reported to have been the originator of those famous words “The pen is mightier than the sword” and from then until this very day many naysayers have had so very much to say They are only words! they’ll inject most often a sentiment arriving immediately…

It’s called Poetry — The problem with poetry is that it is called POETRY A word long outlived its usefulness long outlived its value its explanation boring POETRY the word no longer makes us quiver with EXOTIC PASSION no longer releases THE HEAT from words far more superior no longer able to transport its last CENTURY to this new MULTI DIVERSITY POETRY the word has lost its AMORE no longer able to transcend the WARRIOR’s SPIRIT to ZEN

Then you know the journey — Some journeys are to be walked alone Not because they were designed that way It is not to be thought of as this is the way it has to be And if asked most if not all would gladly say I wish to God it never had to be this way But hey for so many of us we were born on the road already being traveled by our birth mother/ father Ours is to honour our Mothers and Fathers So we walk that road with expectations that our children will be born having arrived We walk that road demanding to LET US IN We walk to imprint upon our unborn the rich history that shows this is where your future will begin

The unexplained madness of love — Seems like only yesterday we were forever going to be the very best in each other’s dreams What was it that turned your eyes away from what should have been our life’s stream Well starting today I am going to write no more sad songs I am going to write no more…

Some days I’m lost in a world of unkind — Some men build castles for the beauty of it all some men build castles just to watch them burn and fall Some men like their castles standing tall some men like their castles unexplainably small Others build to cage you in thinking love desires this place in which to begin …