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


started in


leap for growth

got cut into tiny pedals



shimmering heat

dried my feet


spared no tears

burying precious

family and friends

6 feet deep,

spiraling to


down and out

singing “Good Woman Down”

by Mary J. Blige,

wearing mostly

burgnany and black,

got back on track

to face


too cold inside

to be outside,

singing Holiday praise.



Underneath his

heavy jacket

his heart

frozen cold.


cling to him

in the winter

stomping boots

right thru

his mind.

Teasing heat to

unfreeze his fondness

beneath his snow cap,

his loneliness

touch hands

mitten by

chills to keep

him warm

purely, wearing no gloves

are frost bitten

to his touch.

Ice cold for so

long he sits

by the fire

in a reclinder.

Holiday Spending

Tis the season,


ring the money bells,

commercials advertising sells,

gifts to buy

must haves to try


the Holidays no joke,

no budget can leave you broke.

Shopping malls, open early

to close late,

to purchase plenty

at a discounted rate.

Let’s not mention decorations,

and office parties celebrations,

more to money to spend

writing gift receipts in pen.

Yeah, it’s happening again,

the Holidays are here,

cheers to HAPPY shopping

til the New Year.

Sierra Redwood

She’s a goddess

in her own light

humble and beautiful,

always wanting things

to go right,

which they sometimes do,

other times misery pokes

its pitch fork


her work, when she had no clue.

Noisy, rubbish, distractions,

delayed her performance

branching into inosculation


she keeps

growing and pushing

towards her goals


any paranoia,

to stand indestructibly


as a Giant Sequoia.

Therapy Vent Session: Part 1-Watchout

A little girl at eight

walked to the corner store

during a bright day

thirty feet from the door


hidden behind a car tire

she watch war transpire

blasted rounds shots fire

she covered her ears

holding back tears

watching her uncle age 24


she ran to hold his hand

a bullet she caught

in the leg,

smart enough to lay dead

holding tight his bloody hand

until the red and blue


she survive

not her uncle

Evidence of a struggle was found.. pound to the heart, quarter to the lungs and fifth made his body stiff.

December 3rd the date

memories of life…

she can’t never escape.

Therapy Vent Session: Part 2-Fight

Same girl

now, thirteen…

off the bus,

girls grabbed, pushed and

cussed at chick talking slick,

left fist to right eye, right fist to the

rib, stomping her body still

was a prize

she beat an enemy she coldly

heartly despised.

She had a bully reputation

but preferred to be left alone,

mom never home

or gone on mental vacations,

to come back to punish

injected needles and poppin


A John Doe hunted the door,

undress to explore


she couldn’t take it anymore…,

he was stabbed

in the back and thrown

to the floor.

Mother and daughter separated

for twelve years

she grew up by an aunt, shown love

by her peers.

At sixteen her mom had died…fighting killer emotions she had pinned up inside…