Crossroads

Alone

sitting

under

insecurities

clouds

rain

strikes

lightning

all around

my

way

refused

to moved

sitting

back

anyway

into

my wrestling

mind

reflecting

life

as loving eyes

become

lost

hard times

stay

tough

and

street crimes

accumulates

enough

blood lost

of

humanity

to

witness

more insanity

in families

reloading the

shots

aimed

and ready

to pull

the trigger

in

cruel

intentions

to blast the

wicked

into

retaliation

ways of

Street Justice

for Us…,

Clearly,

mirroring

the same horrific

horror

in

tears flowing

out

drenching

hidden

rupture

hearts

choking on

reality

for

years

or not

to

hid away

in the dark

or not…,

Haven’t

moved from

lightning

why not…,

sitting

back to

Alone

anyway

or gone

anyday.

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The Hold Down Repeating

Hoodwinked

to be

shipped

and whipped

sold

for a

half-a-cent

unjustified

medley,

rattling chains

clink to

slaves

depleted ancestry

separated

in ways

unknowns

to

unmarked graves…,

Whispered into

years

those

were the

old 400 years…,

Present days,

old and young

clamps

ways

to those

leaping away,

clawing

them

back

into

the boiling pot

to be

flipped

out,

buried-in,

or

cast-out,

to

hatred

footsteps

knowing

where their

from, going, to future,

whereabouts.

Life Jacket

Floating far away

from shore

backstroking

through

the oceanic

into

a life

No One

needs to

explore,

Mine…,

having no

clue in

shoreline

directions

swimming

freestyle into

an attached

anchor of

exhaustion…,

up and down

in panic attacks

breaths in

endurance

taken in

saltwater on

each

breaststroke

for

survival

for what?

What did I do?

What can I do?

An individual

medley

dangerously

too gone

under

for

a SOS message.

Ocean Waves

Sounds all the same,

Crashing, Clashing…,

Rushing in-Rushing out…,

shifting sands

blown in

many winds

air

travel far and near

to

breathe- in

the Ocean.

A

single

Polaroid picture

alone

frozen

weakness

in a

selfie

uneasy

to sit

Slick,

get dirty,

or

be rocky,

cocky,

to

Smile

or

don’t

digging in

ten toes

into

beach sand

before

water waves.

Boogers to

brush

faces others

won’t or don’t

ain’t

NO

cares

on the

Beaches

to

feel-in the waves

in

feelings

of

tears

running-in and running-out,

crashing and clashing,

away

drops

blown cool

in the breezy

wavy-chill-waves.

Nurturing

the

sounds

as a blanket

sitting

Still

amongst shifting

sands

to the

waves

that

sounds

All

the same.

One-N-Done

As the World

spins

forward

to depletion…

coral reefs

and

extreme heat

ripples climate

changes

pouring

droughts and wildfires

to sea level

risen in

ordinary people

flourishing

tidal waves

juggling

Time…

choices

out of ozone

happenings

in an

apparent reason

to cherish

the End

of

Sweet Nature…

honey

Kisses

blown

into the

Wind

tagged

to be

sent

into

the deepest

cravings

seizing

hunger

unfiltered

into

the cranial lobe

pounding

to be indulged

by

entertaining fantasy

untied

tangle

from the

Rest…

firmly

Guarded

on

planted

sweet lips

covering

every

destination

desired

to be of indulgence

in

devouring

Smooches

securing

and

embellishing

a King

in

L

O

V

E

marks

painted

Red

in unique

lip-stick

stains

until it’s All DONE…Muahhha…

Sailing Away

Nerves

running

and

ruining

the insides

no longer

hiding

or

playing

peek-a-boo

it’s the truth

lurking and jerking

the mind

to fall back

behind

in the present

moment

fading

away

from

sunrise to sunset.

Uplifting

in boring

waves

of

motivational

quotes

overflowing

frustration

sinking the

boat

to sail

in any destination.

Touche

Anchors Away!

Swaying

back and forth

between the

shore

to

shootout

trajectories

labeled

fatal

Boom!

Emotional

explosions filled

the air in fireworks

rowing far

from the

shoreline

in

time

to not

return.