Holiday Shopping

Tis the season

yep,

ring the money bells,

commercials advertising sells,

gifts to buy

must haves to try

MY-OH-MY…,

the Holidays no joke,

no budget can leave you broke.

Shopping malls, open early

to close late,

to purchase plenty

at a discounted rate.

Let’s not mention decorations,

and office parties celebrations,

more to money to spend

writing gift receipts in pen.

Yeah, it’s happening again,

the Holidays are here

and my bank is

permanently closed

to shopping

til the New Year.

Frostman

Underneath his

heavy jacket

his heart

frozen cold.

Snowflakes

cling to him

in the winter

stomping

storms

booting

right to left

thru

his mind.

Teasing

heat

to unfreeze

his fondness

beneath his

snow cap

loneliness

touches his

cold hands

into mittens

by chills

to keep

warm.

Frost bitten

to his touch

ice sickles

point

downwards

as he

waits to

defrost

by the fire.

Holly Jolly Blues

Walking thru a decorated

path way,

colorful designs and

greetings signs

lights up the display.

Music in the background

playing Holly Jolly’s,

twisting emotions

to sing

The Emotions “What do the

lonely do for Christmas”…

turning away,

a cold winter breeze snaps

me back to this year’s

seasons,

started in

Spring,

leap for growth

got cut into tiny pedals

until

Summer,

shimmering heat

dried my feet

but,

spared no tears

burying precious

family and friends

6 feet deep,

spiraling to

Fall,

down and out

singing “Good Woman Down”

by Mary J. Blige,

wearing mostly

burgnany and black,

got back on track

to face

Winter,

too cold inside

to be outside,

singing Holiday praise.

We Ain’t A Curse

It’s nothing you can say to me

from the gutter

to something other

it’s the newest slavery

No, No,

I don’t need anyone

to pray for me

Life bless my soul

nothing less

than the Best

so when I’m laid

to rest

I’ll still be Black, Beautiful, and BOLD!

Yes!

Caution:

Getting back to the basics

people been racist

you can’t stop imposters

eating their shrimp and losters

buying at slient auctions

taking life as their options

from

my people

with little regard

to be

on guard.

Bang! Bang! BANG!

Too much

violence for

who brains?

Scared

they pull the trigger

shooting the pain

into

torn hearts

shot after shot

soooo

many

they forgot

if we live

there’s a plot

lock’em up

to let us

rot

by the end of their knots

hang’em from

contending

to show

Greatness

more powerful

than their

Universe

they

rather

take our lives

back

to

Reverse

dirt to dirt

labeled “Curse”.

Masked

Morning

into

mourning

thousands

is

hard to

swallow

like black

licorice.

Forty-five

lying

all

snickerish

covering

up

manure

in

fatalities

missing

the morals

of

reality

chirping

craziness like

“Great Again”…”Great Again”…

Pardon me,

since when?

This

aint

an

On/Off

Hollywood

production

camera scenes

movie

or wicky wonderland

dreams

lights, camera, action!

Not to

States

or

22 million

stay-in

out of

work

it’s been

repeated

6 feet away

or

6 feet deep

face

masked

extremes

coughing

ah-choo

quarantine

days

to

nights

hotter

than

a volcanic steam

glacier island

melting

away

from sun beams

but

TRILLIONS

in green

given

to people

ain’t broke

but the

joke

“We All In This Together”…

whatever

Be

Woke.

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.

Children’s Innocence

You gonna get yours!

Leave the innocence

alone

stalking and creeping

to take

a precious gift

gifted

not to you.

You gonna get yours!

Raging at a

frightened child

hitting

a tender small

undeveloped

body

so hard

leaving scars.

You gonna get yours!

I served

to protect

and care for

the little

precious souls

trouble

in ways

that mature them to

Old.

You gonna get yours!

Take my words

however

you choose

if you

mess with the

precious little ones

You

gonna

Lose

and get what you deserve!

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.

Heavyweights

Storms in

my eyes

heaviness in

my heart

and silence in

my voice

to

collateral damage in

someone else’s

war

against

themselves

as knives

slices

straight

to the

point,

the same

boiling

water

softens the

potato

hardens

the egg

to break

into

shattered

pieces

of tiny

shells

bare and vulnerable

to its

yolk core,

exposed

to

even sugar

looking

like salt

until

no more.