Childhood shorten fast to mature…
obscured by parental hidden agenda,
selling merciless innocence
for relentless years till teenage
puberty… capturing nudity in a frozen
motionless body on a grimace face
plotting to getaway…
scrubbing off dirt daily,
to be pat dry and reused again.
Leg lifts, squats, steps, reach,
jump…too much sweaty exercises for
all my gluteus maximus…Walking up-
hill on a treadmill for forty-five
minutes for me is just fine, one glass
of red wine… motivation to a healthy
mind. Eating green, taking vitamins,
drinking plenty water trying to avoid
medical scenarios staying young and
alive…too many peers rest in peace,
that didn’t care about their body have
died. Thirty-minute mediation,
staying humble in a wicked world
with many faces trouble not seek,
fueling my inner peace to be driven to
share a healthy living with love and
Running out of breath
she stops to take a rest.
Her mind and body have been
Pacing her breathing,
she ignored the blue bird singing
out glorious melodies,
only to be distracted in her own
Overreacting and hyperventilating
a breeze slightly blew cool air upon
her face, sending an aroma of scented
her nose on
her path walk home
yet, she felt alone.
She was always stressing away her
blessings, and not appreciating
SHE was me.
A negative side of thee,
that runs up
upon every situation,
in the mind.
Discovering an old journal
reading a page,
a girl at an early age
Curvise written coded…
a youthful loving heart.
She saw much and wrote MORE.
Page after page,
the world around her dissolved…
Words faded blends
into torn murky pages…
emerging Printed Words
of a determined lady,
noting the ugly,
illustrating the shady.
Journal pages blew by
few days of happiness
she got on her knees and prayed.
Halo light surrounded her
recording her strength as her hands
and body gets old.
She uncovered her
lost and found,
sitting in a rocking chair,
looking around smelling fresh air…
small letters of print
she started new pages
dedicated her journals,
to the younger generations.
Darkness filled his eyes as a cold breeze blew between the distance squeezing his squealing prey into his arms, chained in posion ivy veins he threw venom upon a trapped victim, tangled into a weak instinct… his voice echoed evil disgust, spitting gasoline fire from the pit of his miserable cold heart. .. pounding on flesh and bones was his joyful dessert as he feast greedily, finishing proud, leaving bloody, black and blue his signature.