Straightforward Reporting

My lens view

only

see You.

Millions may

walk bye,

talked “Hi”,

looked fly

but

can’t

turn my channel

to sing your lullaby

to Me

center stage on any page…

Ain’t no ifs, or maybes,

your connection

is Clear

not staticky or wavy,

to distract away

my attention

from your handsome high-definition…

I trust

you

know this isn’t fiction,

You and I

are a lovely

addition,

creating memories

in slow mode

flashbacks,

grinding thru Life’s

falltracks,

to tune-in

to transparent, Us…

Ain’t no ifs or maybes,

it’s full view

baby,

I am your Lady

on your

closed-circuit

network

broadcasting in panoramic view

“Live”

I love only You.

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One-N-Done

As the World

spins

forward

to depletion…

coral reefs

and

extreme heat

ripples climate

changes

pouring

droughts and wildfires

to sea level

risen in

ordinary people

flourishing

tidal waves

juggling

Time…

choices

out of ozone

happenings

in an

apparent reason

to cherish

the End

of

Sweet Nature…

honey

Kisses

blown

into the

Wind

tagged

to be

sent

into

the deepest

cravings

seizing

hunger

unfiltered

into

the cranial lobe

pounding

to be indulged

by

entertaining fantasy

untied

tangle

from the

Rest…

firmly

Guarded

on

planted

sweet lips

covering

every

destination

desired

to be of indulgence

in

devouring

Smooches

securing

and

embellishing

a King

in

L

O

V

E

marks

painted

Red

in unique

lip-stick

stains

until it’s All DONE…Muahhha…

Holiday 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.

Up to Sleep

Goodnight Midnight

kiss my dreams

awake

tonight.

Brightly eyed

covering a

gravitational

pulling

levitating

slowly as

my star

glows

dim

to shine

amongst a

fleet of

starship troopers

warped into

my

frontal lobes

speeding

pressures

to press

overdrive.

Nope!

My own

airlifting

at my speed.

Stretching to

push through

the exigency

of Newton’s law…

floating astronauts

finds

nobody

without an oxygen

suit.

Breathe…

releasing out

toxicity

Gas

deflating

the body

to be

situated

back to

bed

resting

easy

with a

straightforward

Head

under

the pillow.

Candle Nights

Fireworks

from the cloud

glisten bright

in your

eyes

to different

attitudes

to conclude

your

attentiveness

for my

affection

in

lessons

to elevated

higher

in mediation

with

you…poof

in a quick

spark

to disappear

out of my

element.

Connecting

the dots

to burn

the fuses

to let go

of spectacular

night shows

in showers

of luminous

glows

from a

flammable

blowout

up in

smoke

to stop

the fusion

before

affixing

to an ignitable

wick

embedded

to be

lite

alone.

Fast Spin

Flossing

gem

spinning

color wheels

of BlackBerry

motivations

caught up

lying and laying

to

intertwine

falsehood

of brotherly

love

squeezing

out faded

woven

shreds

to

decorations

of mess

on the

floor

locked up

stuck.

Young buck

followed

around

as a sniffing

pet

to substain

lively hood

writing

on walls

He Could’ve Been

WHO?

Inking out

from the

inside out

in rehabilitation

released on

polluted soil

to petal

wheel spins

in the grave.