Money, Money, Money…

Money…

watch it

stack it

throw it

Spend it

burn it

give it

Count it

live for it…,

Live without it…,Broke!

Lavishly exquisite

cravings

splurge to

wealthy

maybe

or

forgotten

treasury

grinding

serviceable

wages.

Clocking

the dollar

nail digging

the dimes

counting

down

Calendar

pages

one

paycheck

at a time.

Safe for

safety

Account Balances

in slowly

moving

allowances

functional

originally

depleted

greedily

and

eagerly

to the

Jones

to be

in between

Money

just to Be.

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Sailing Away

Nerves

running

and

ruining

the insides

no longer

hiding

or

playing

peek-a-boo

it’s the truth

lurking and jerking

the mind

to fall back

behind

in the present

moment

fading

away

from

sunrise to sunset.

Uplifting

in boring

waves

of

motivational

quotes

overflowing

frustration

sinking the

boat

to sail

in any destination.

Touche

Anchors Away!

Swaying

back and forth

between the

shore

to

shootout

trajectories

labeled

fatal

Boom!

Emotional

explosions filled

the air in fireworks

rowing far

from the

shoreline

in

time

to not

return.

Hit’em Hard

A fighter

inside and out

each muscle

used

without a doubt

there’s

doubt.

Putting on the

gloves

Hit, Hit, Kick, Hit,

no pain

no gain

sweating thru

each bit

of grump

magnifying

the trumpet

to hear

“She Will Win!”

Defeating the

enemy

within

killing the

opponent

in the ring…of the bell

next round

drink and exhale.

Ready…Let’s Go

more rounds for

the opponent

to hit the floor.

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.

Who Said What?

Who Said What?

Said to much…

Said to little…

Said what

was said

to get off my

mental…

Brewing

hot

percolating

from the

soul

to

stop

before

screaming

out of control…

The repetitive

strain

of

accumulated

trauma

and

keeping the

stress down

from

the everyday

drama…

Laying

knees

to chest

holding

the ground

for

what’s next

To

Stand up…

Who really

knows what’s

on a

person brain?

Mind

myself

I will

never be the

same…

Shake, Rattles,

and rolls

me

around

enough

in

lessons

from

depression

to

add back

a positive

light

and

get rid

of

things

that

weren’t right…

Easier said!

Love Finale

Making a wish

on the

stars

above…

Let us

clear slate

from your

previous

to my past

making

our

future

a

victorious

forecast.

Intertwining

our

complexities

together

making

our

lives

better

unfiltered

and unhindered.

Let us

love

without sin

opening

our

eyes using

all senses

to start

again

in trust

and loyalty.

Weaving

together a

gravitational

bond

listening

deep

to our

heartbeats

united

in

our faith

as one

in a

royalty union

staged

to be

our

final

journey

of Love.

Shut Out

Knock, Knock,

keep pounding

ain’t

letting you

in

doubled locked

ready…

right

to defend

hand steady.

Say what you

feel…

hold up

that can’t be

real…

that’s not

your reality…

who are you

in this society?

Open up

to the

truthfulness

of sincerity

it’s a rarity

but,

it’s

clarity

to express

or maybe

not

to express

in a world

filled with

everyone

can be judges

and paid critics,

reality

can be

spinned

for

anybody

to spit at it.

No cares

from me

if my

realness

don’t

pass your test

but,

if you come

thru

my

Threshold

there’s

answer

to

what’s next…