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.

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.

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.

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.