The things you never did… (Poem)

The alluring ones Life is but an impenetrable bubble that you dare never pop So aesthetically appealing to trauma ridden eyes Eyes that see the wiles of the ruse that never stops But your eyes see only you On the cover of magazines Bloody carpets In the spotlight On the signs of city streets Your bubble may never pop As you live your fullest life Flashy cars and gaudy mansions Front row seats at your own rite But after all you’ve done is done And you retire to your grave Your only true remembrance is the things you never did

The Impossible (Poem)

It always seems impossible Until it’s done Until the lies that seem so real send shockwaves through the world Until the best do-in the worst of them And the meek outshine the proud

Ease Up (Lyrics)

Day and night All through Seeing eyes all watching you Take a load off Kick your feet up See these days go marching by All the while All is fatal Ain’t nothing holding on

Harlem Get Up (Poem)

What’s that smell?
I just ate my vomit

Don’t look now
Here comes Harlem

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

Coffee?
A donut?
Some soup from the Chinese?

I’m hungry
And tired
And living in hell

Please pay the toll when you come where I dwell…”