You See but Don’t See…

Can’t eat

no

home

just

concrete

cold

dirty

grains

of sand

stomped

upon

globally

cold

icy

burns

beneath

the

tents on a

ground

of cardboard

removal

quietly

surviving

and

rushed

into a

buried

ground

cleansed

by

no hospital

no visitors

no family

no name

its

inevitable

dust to dust

back to

ashes

water

wash away

in the

sewers

cause

no one

knew us

as

homeless.

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.

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!”

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.

https://www-m.cnn.com/2019/03/29/us/florida-wrongful-imprisonment-42-years-murder/index.html

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.