FRIDAY, MAY 29, 2015


On my tracks here I go,
look at me, no one stops me,
I run, I rail, I flow, I go.
The tracks run hard and deep,
something in me resonates a thousand blinks.
Something shouldn’t be so strong and hard,
it envelopes me and shudders my very core of being lively.
I am strong, I think,
I can resist, I think,
Yet my heart does a double beat,
skips a third, and does a double-back flip.
My shoulders shudder hard,
my back unhinges,
the crease that usually furrows is lost.
I secretly can’t stop smiling, I shouldn’t get lost.
I am unhinged, as hard and as strong a train on a railroad,
falling of the bridge, to the tracks of nowhere lead.


MONDAY, MAY 11, 2015

Tough Luck for Lil’ Ol’ Me

Deep does mind  go,

reflecting on what I was told.
Once I hear, I always keep,
all those words once thrown to me.
It could be good, it could be bad,
if I cared about you, then I’d listen,
if it meant something, then I’d fix it.
Intentions of your heart matter not to me,
I do with my thoughts, whatever I please.
My thoughts are my own, my body is everything that makes me be.
My skin holds me in, but my feelings over flow, from the tips of my toes,
to the locks of my hair, down to my very big butt below.
Reactions, distractions, forget that I’m here,
I am my own woman, I firmly believe that,
although I found my other half, I am completely me.
My heart is my soul, and my mind is my voice.
I love myself, all that is, and whatever I believe loves me.



Path Please

I don’t follow the road of my path,
I jump and dodge, and hold on for my right,
the funny thing about flight, is it’s easy to jump off anytime.
Walk, run, skip, and hop, forget it, you know what? I think I’ll stop.
I’ve ran before I started to walk, now hold on tight! Lean on light.
I forgot how it is, to be mean and cruel,
Something I wish I never used as a tool.
Being how I am is different you see,
I love to laugh and giggle, be silly.
I’m honest and free,
I don’t judge, I don’t sneer,
I don’t let negativity break me, nor break my vibe,
all you gotta do is breathe and take a while.
Give in, get lost,
hold someone tight,
no arms, but eyes,
no flesh, but love.
Open and receive.
Yes Please.




Clean and Cook, Smile and laugh
Create and learn, Follow and sieze.
Sides or ups, flows or dams,
give and plate, forget a mistake.
Fly high, swim deep,
forget the winds.
See no height,
touch no fall,
fleeting brows,
eyes alight,
crinkling smile,
look up alive!
Wrinkle of nose,
fight the flight,
run the wave,
forget the path,
there is no stone!
Light at night,
dark at day,
life is lived,
throughout a Knife.




All in all, is all I am.
It is what it is.

No way to fight, no way to break free,

this unrelenting struggle of aiming to please.
Delight in this forever stumble, clumsily holding onto a tree.
Climbing high, climbing fast, the diversity of inside me.

A child, a daughter, a girlfriend, a worker, a friend, a confidante, nowhere to go but up or down, side to side, I can’t abide.

Drenched in this time of labels, purity and honesty may be the only key.
No way to hold on, no way to let go, this might be the only way to pour out my soul.

Soul clap may be the judgement in which my destiny let’s me roam free.

Soul path is the only causeway of the internal battle of who I am and who I hope to be.
Give humans a reason, give time a place, and give everyone a soul clap either way.

I need my soul clapped.



Orbs Apart

No need to be,
No need to do.

I am me, you are you.

My thoughts are not yours,
your thoughts are not mine,

We share this marvelous and yet insignificant ever changing and yet chasing these ideas of random constellations and natural orders of techniques.

Society of orbs apart.

Forever receding and inflating,
forever decreasing with additions.
Addictions, temptations, diversity of extremity and fancy.
Physical, mental, spiritual, soulful, flesh.

You and I roam free, in this never-ending schmaltzy dance of dips and turns.

It’s the following through is just beyond me.


 THURSDAY, JULY 25, 2013


Annoyed beyond belief, ticked-off to the point of despair.

Only what I can see in my head, only what I can’t shout out but keep my stead.
I keep living a life of a lie.
I keep listening to the words I once said.
I made a choice,
I chose my path,
no one really told me to this way or that.
No one to blame but myself alone,
no one to fight with because of the the struggles Imade so close to home.
I listened, And i skirted, more likely observed, but now It’s time to stand up and act on the things I have observed.
 No more where I believed in bippity-boppity-boo will work, or turning into a goon.
It’s my life I live now, and it’s all being unturned.