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!”

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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.

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.

One Will Be Appointed To You…

Closed eyes

Darken…,

Sleep

deep

into

nothing…,

Bullet-proof

vest

unrest,

Awaken…,

To

chalky

outlines

updated

in

blood-shed

screams…,

Faces smearin

tears-shed

lost…,

Twisted

in

newz headlines

breakin,

streets crimes

taken,

FAKE

crimes

FRAMED

NOOooo…Unforgiven…,

Shots

fired

colorful green

fireworks

plenty to

four-eyed-suitcase-suited-Goons,

thrivin,

hustlin and grindin,

to make

lairs point

to

rap sheets

in fees

of toxic

restitution…,

Solution,

snappin

jail bars

inclusion

stamped for

minorities…,

pinches

hurt less

than punches…,

Fight…,

Damn right,

for the

Right to Life, Liberty,

and Security…,

Pop!

Eyes,

Lighted Opened.

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That is That!

portrait by JoeEngland

Get back…,

OR

it’s payback,

to

attack

a hot tension

stacked

intuition

build-up,

unraveling,

holding together,

in a day

of light

to

brewing grey

smoke

percolating

at the

seams,

poofing

future dreams

into

Asphalt…,

oh, its mean

to say

BOO and get spooked…,

Step Back,

OR

lay flattered

on the mixture gravel

regurgitating

chunks of

lies

accumulated

from the inside

of You…,

Walk

Backwards

Away,

into the

cave

sculpting

the beginning

to the endings

of Your

short sentences,

as the

END.

Hey, I Miss You

I miss you,

I really do.

I may not

talk to you

everyday, or

be grace by

your presence

in my zone

conversely

acknowledging

the recoil

resistance to

reach out to you

anymore

but…

my heart and spirit

with compassion

and admiration

for you

will eternally be

a prominent

part of my life

So…

missing

You,

will never change.