Say What?

Often I do things without my permission. I know it sounds weird. It's true.

My body's sore. Not what it used to be. Must strengthen my mind and body.

I am working on two new pieces. One is for her.

sneak peak:

she is a riddle I can't solve,
yet, she's my favorite.
perhaps it's the way she flows from my tongue,
stimulates my mind,
teases my senses,
leaving me in the state of complex simplicity
my mind boggled
all in the name of fun...
undeniably solvable,
yet, answers are never what I want
they are never what I need.

the other, for me:

beautifully blasphemous
are mine.
for they

are
little white lies
strutting toward
heavenly pearled gates,
cloaked in truths,
tattered with intentions.
oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood..
if hell is paved with good intentions,
pass me the sun-block
and allow my poems
to be canonized...
as each line speaks for

deeds i had not the

strength nor patience

to be.
grant me eternal damnation,
if I have lived

as I have written;
in constant turmoil

void of real emotion.
until there was you..
you are my little white lies,
shallowed breaths taken for granted..

Ebony, I am so very proud of you. Congrats! Mo, be safe, two lunch conversations. Almost like I was sitting across from you, brig grin, baby gap and all. Truth, son. Angel, come home soon..... Michelle loved the new fire... Sarah, I see you... Home in two, to stare into two, to be held by two... Circle. Daughter. Circle. Let's connect and become infinte... wisdom and love.