Stank

Eeeeeeel!

Funky

clogged

up

dirty

drains

spills

nasty filth

of

a grime mouth

running-out

sewers

rats in

packs…

Come

See

Me…

Here…I …Am.

Locked and loaded

waiting,

to

squeeze-off

happy

yo-muck-head

to

bleed out

a

Prayer

to God, …Wait!

Candles

lit

patience

to

sit

holding

on to

the situation

or

headout.

Angermanagent

red…

spread

em’ out

stinky- inky…

this is

or

this ain’t

a cleanse

gone bad.

In my Head…

My mind

speaks

to me…Fix me?

What’s wrong

with me? Shhh!

Let me quiet

those

thoughts

louder

than I

want to think

or

want to speak

wanting

that

attention

intentionally

pounding

to listen. Hush!

Let me

hear

my

sounds

Of ME

my

turn up

bass

of music

mystery

to

drown

them old wildly

echoing tunes of the truth…the past…

the whatever… to another song…Ahhhhhh!

Screaming

inside

anxious

whispers

of grains

sprawling

sound bits

awaiting me

to misery

from

peace from ME.

Will peace everybe?

Shhhhh! Quiet please.

Techno SetBacks

As swiftly

as a glance

fierce

looks

vanish

the innocence

away

by crooks

in the foggy

mist

reaching

to destroy

the vulnerable

into

emptiness…

Saying the truth

brings out the real

not many on sensitive

ears can deal

unless,

treading gently

not to offend

those

calculating the

right words

to a fragile

virtual world

of pausing

on

each level to

digest the complexity

of the Now.

Wake up!

Moving backwards

afraid

leads to

a deep

grave…

Stop,

hiding behind

peeking hands

refraining

from the

life truth

staring into

all colored eyes

yet,

reality

they despise

to open

ears

they don’t listen

and

blindly

muted to

nothing

but the

pierce pain

stabbing

away at

the young

generations

wrapped and

absorbed

in social media

gone from

the present and future.

Remember What?

Flashbacks…,

daydreams…,

Nightmares…,

they’ve

come and go

into

memories

of anguish

and spooked

into swirling

illusion and confusion

Woken

into insanity

sailing back

off track

to tailor

defeat…

No, No, No,

not me

anymore…

pressing

reset on the

cranial lobe

of toxic

cancer

eating away

precious

today’s…

Shy

hiding

not

confiding

tried and exhausted

sobbing for

solutions

to

dead this

slow execution

of misery…

No, No, No,

can’t talk

about it,

write

about it,

or even

try to

describe it…,

muting

the

wanna

knows

sparingly

from

an pandora box

filled

of trying not

to

Remember…,

To

how I

wanna be

remembered

as

not

crazy.

Returning to Visit

In a cold

dark room

she sat in slient

on concrete

looking down

at the space

between her toes,

rocking back and forth

to many triggers shots

stealing time preoccuping

her mind she reached

maximum capacity.

“Talk to me,” I whispered.

She looked at me once

and turned her face.

Golden droplets

leaked down her

shaking pants leg

to the ground.

She parted her dry lips

to bite her finger nails,

shaking her head

side to side,

swollen eyes

looked into mine

she said,

“I want to be erased, kill me now, or I will myself, no matter what it takes.”

Slowly walking towards

her we embraced in a hug.

Four knocks…

guards open large

medal door.

Stepping out of the threshold

she yelled, “I love you girl, don’t come back to My Hell. ”

the door slammed closed

for seventy-two hours

and three minutes later,

she was pronounced dead…,

never forgetting

a moment

because

she’s always in my head.

Final Performance

Heavy hearts

flooded in

memories of

your life

dancing

back

in rewinds

playing

tunes

to

flutes

lively

were

you

feel up

on

happiness

popping

in

joy jives

things that

you love

being loved

by Us all

Now,

confined by

a white sheeted

bed

hooked up

to monitors

struggling to

breathe

as pain

shock waves

inside your veins

making it

harder

for you

to maintain

or entertain

energy

to live

yet,

we sing

wishes

for a

peaceful

transition

inside

and out

hitting the

perfect pitches

to make

you

always laugh

keeping

what we

know

of your

love and beautiful

songs

always

close

to our hearts

as we always

had

before

of you

everyday

we live…

we will

miss you…

crying

ugly blues

because

we wish

it wasn’t

YOU.

Breaking

Breaking

free

reaching outside

of my

internal

elements

to be

a better me.

Scars of tragedy

hidden deep

in

heart’s cavity.

Buried

a smile

pouring the

tears

in

years

to wrinkles

in

a rare

expression

planted

to

submerged

fighting

not to

emerge

in the

hidden

closed

me.

Urging

me

why

this

suppose

to be

a pain

whenever

to whomever

more and more

for whatever

fertilized

into

nothing

green

to burnt

brown

smothered

ill

crippling

my life

harder

to kick

a stonewall

to

break

thru

maybe

it will…

willingly

or the

crumbles

fall to

a tombstone

named

written

clearly

Its me

never was free

crippled

in my

own

insanity.

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.

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.