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.

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Hit’em Hard

A fighter

inside and out

each muscle

used

without a doubt

there’s

doubt.

Putting on the

gloves

Hit, Hit, Kick, Hit,

no pain

no gain

sweating thru

each bit

of grump

magnifying

the trumpet

to hear

“She Will Win!”

Defeating the

enemy

within

killing the

opponent

in the ring…of the bell

next round

drink and exhale.

Ready…Let’s Go

more rounds for

the opponent

to hit the floor.

Mind Business

Shoes

worned

fitted

to be

knotted

twice

tight

to

start

the

run-around-wheel

in the

run-about-ball.

Mind your mind

to handle the

daily

walking

distance

from

crazy

to a normal

running

game

towards standard

standing

up

when

inside

is flipside

down.

Keeping up

with the

updates

to show

No

emotions

for

the

need- to-know

nosey

outsiders

watching

the day to day

Motions,

writing marks

on a

clipboard

grading

one’s steps

in

fretful

groans

and

anguish

to

consciously,

mind my mind

from

cramping

the

brain

to

keep it

moving

accordingly,

Not

to be

judged

insane.

A Different Attack-Panic

Chest

hurts

squeezing

tight

breathe…

inhale

exhale

breathe…

down on

my knees

sweating

holding

a nauseating

stomach

breathe…

shaking

hands

clutching

rosary beads

eyes

closed

please

breathe

slowly,

“Let’s go,

take control!”…

mumbling

over and over

in the

mind

staying focus

breathe- in

to get

better…

breathe-out

whatevers…

breathe

back to

regulars

breaths

until,

the panic

has left

breathe…please.

Listening to the New Generation

Ebony Brown

from

B-town

at

thirteen

off the bus

girls grabbed

pushed

and

talked slick

to

punches

flying

Left fist

to right eye,

right fist

to the rib,

in self-defense

she came

running

to

my crib.

Ebony Brown

was weird

preferred to be

alone,

mom

never home,

never

knew her dad,

reading

around school

was really

all

she

had.

To my door

crying

from

frustrations

open arms

to listening

ears

she stay

the night

for

guidance

talking,

and

knowledge

dropping,

her off

to school

in the morning

Afterschool,

an extra mile

walked

to share

a smile

and our day

making sure

Ebony Brown

got home

safe and okay

until,

she moved

away

graduating at the

Top

of her class

She wrote: Because of You.

Auntie Knows…

Throwback requested by my nieces and nephews striving for their dreams. Keep pushing…Auntie love you. ✌&đź’– JGomez

A gifted blessing

of Love

watching

you

grow to

Succeed

Humbly

to the

highest

degree.

Curious

of those

whose face

looks

you

up and down

from your head

to your toes

to be in

your business

to used thee.

Dream

riders

self-esteem

killers

Too many

judges

holding on

to nasty

grudges

living their life

stirring up

strife.

Be confident

with yourself

within yourself

for

Your life’s

journey

not

what others

expected to see.