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.

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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.