Uh-Oh…Its just business…

Money

flow

stop and go

S&P Dow

Up and Down

like riding a merry-go-round…frown

it’s just business

case closed

there goes

retirement

dough

age is

a number

social security

won’t be

no more…

it’s just business….

to whatever or whomever

floats

the yachets, masions, and expensive

cars

in a six car garage

mixed up

with

scammers…it’s just business…

lose it all

crawling behind

bars

riches to poor

money ain’t money

if you don’t

have it anymore.

Floating on Love

If Love

is a dream

don’t wake

me

from

floating

on air

pressing the

heart to

someone

who’s

there

or

maybe

everywhere

shining

tiny metallic

stars

in my

eyes

any time

it’s

him and I

twirling

in warmth

on

a soft

surface

our

heartbeats

sync

into

waves

crashing on

shore

to breakfast

sunnyside

up

deliciously

to

deliriously

soul screaming

roller-coaster

enjoyments

in

love you’s

to morning

pillow

smiles

sharing sunrises…

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.

Life’mares

Cold sweats, he shooked

in and out of death,

silently whispering confession

of dark nightmares

hated

for years later

till death,

pointed a gun

in tears

to his left

lobe

erasing all fears

he let go

to leave

out of

misery…,

To

hunting me

again

he hasn’t left…

breathing the same whispers

at night,

tugging my pillow from

left to right,

hugging sheets

of repeated

whispers

hunted

sleepless

to praying

“My God Please…, take

this

PTSD away from

Me!”

Just a Different Day

Wiping the

eyes

from sleep,

laid down

too long

in lullabies

of nightmares,

tossing

ping-pong

wrongs

that didn’t belong

in the cranium,

displaying

dismantling

messages

in megapixels

resolution,

stepping on

arched feet

tip toeing

around the

hardships

warped by

Solutions

sweeping Tomorrow’s

away…,

Sound the Alarm

in noise!

Wake up, to

moving

with poise

facing Today,

as anyday

staying

WOKE.

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.

Future Dreams

Young

Kings and Queens

flourish

into your

Dreams

reach past

the

highest

Galactic

soaring

in turbo

confidence

and clever

insight

to be

inventive

in your

own

original

Pride.

Wipe Away

copy-cat

Wide eyes

and curious

Keeping Up

with the Who

in

deloris

pre-teen to adulthood,

falsehoods,

No

Good.

Keep accelerating

past

hypnotizing

planets

shining

resoucefulness

to snatched

your

talented

Armor Ship

from

boosting

away.

Be

Innovative.

Be

the

pioneering youth

into

Your Own

Future

creating

Worlds

money

doesn’t exist

and everyone eats

without recipes

for gravity

disasters.

Be fearless.

Extend the

latitude and longitude

of your

imagination

into

hyperdrive orbit

gravitating

to

a magnitude

of everyone

uniquely Gifted

and

Equally cherished,

discovering

Young

Kings and Queens

flourishing

in their

dreams

to Lift-OFF.