Jayna

Hey baby sis,

the one that

I miss

so far

never near

your fingerprints

on me

are smeared.

Ain’t perfect

no one on

Earth

is…

wish we

could go back

one last time as kids…I wouldn’t

change a thing,

life is what it is…messed-up at times.

From time

to time

you cross my mind

but

our paths now

won’t ever

aligned

again…shrugging the tension off my

shoulders…

bye

baby sis,

I wish we

could’ve grown

together older.

Uh-Oh…Its just business…

Money

flow

stop and go

S&P Dow

Up and Down

like riding a merry-go-round…frown

it’s just business

case closed

there goes

retirement

dough

age is

a number

social security

won’t be

no more…

it’s just business….

to whatever or whomever

floats

the yachets, masions, and expensive

cars

in a six car garage

mixed up

with

scammers…it’s just business…

lose it all

crawling behind

bars

riches to poor

money ain’t money

if you don’t

have it anymore.

Stank

Eeeeeeel!

Funky

clogged

up

dirty

drains

spills

nasty filth

of

a grime mouth

running-out

sewers

rats in

packs…

Come

See

Me…

Here…I …Am.

Locked and loaded

waiting,

to

squeeze-off

happy

yo-muck-head

to

bleed out

a

Prayer

to God, …Wait!

Candles

lit

patience

to

sit

holding

on to

the situation

or

headout.

Angermanagent

red…

spread

em’ out

stinky- inky…

this is

or

this ain’t

a cleanse

gone bad.

It Up to Me…

Stumble

upon

a rock,

tripped

over my own

shoe,

clumsy to

stand

balancing

when

I lost

You.

Embrace

for impact

with

both hands

to fall…

different thoughts,

different ways,

different days,

it’s still up

to me always.

Gravel

scuffed

my hands

rough

but

as tough as

I…

I get up

to be

myself

brushing off

the pain,

only I

can

hold myself

up

when

No others

around

me

remains.

In my Head…

My mind

speaks

to me…Fix me?

What’s wrong

with me? Shhh!

Let me quiet

those

thoughts

louder

than I

want to think

or

want to speak

wanting

that

attention

intentionally

pounding

to listen. Hush!

Let me

hear

my

sounds

Of ME

my

turn up

bass

of music

mystery

to

drown

them old wildly

echoing tunes of the truth…the past…

the whatever… to another song…Ahhhhhh!

Screaming

inside

anxious

whispers

of grains

sprawling

sound bits

awaiting me

to misery

from

peace from ME.

Will peace everybe?

Shhhhh! Quiet please.

Floating on Love

If Love

is a dream

don’t wake

me

from

floating

on air

pressing the

heart to

someone

who’s

there

or

maybe

everywhere

shining

tiny metallic

stars

in my

eyes

any time

it’s

him and I

twirling

in warmth

on

a soft

surface

our

heartbeats

sync

into

waves

crashing on

shore

to breakfast

sunnyside

up

deliciously

to

deliriously

soul screaming

roller-coaster

enjoyments

in

love you’s

to morning

pillow

smiles

sharing sunrises…

Biological Ties Cut Young

Precious

at first,

beauty in the

fetal

position

in the

womb

watching a

human element

development…, Blessed!

Awoke at birth,

umbilical cord tied

around my neck,

emergency surgery

in a hurry

all hands on deck,

this babygirl

wasn’t ready

for the World

of mess.

Let me confess

to

my Mother

sweating cuffed

to the bedside

buzzed

out

on drugs

closed

gates

No hugs

or

Love

my shoulders

still strug

to

Why

You

did the

things

You

Did.

Born

from

Trouble

I kept

my hands

clean

to only

scream

at your face

in nightmares.

You

wouldn’t

Dare

face

Me

Now,

Biological Breeder.

Mother

is not a proper

label

for you.

Where could yours

eyes hide

looking into mines?

Children’s Innocence

You gonna get yours!

Leave the innocence

alone

stalking and creeping

to take

a precious gift

gifted

not to you.

You gonna get yours!

Raging at a

frightened child

hitting

a tender small

undeveloped

body

so hard

leaving scars.

You gonna get yours!

I served

to protect

and care for

the little

precious souls

trouble

in ways

that mature them to

Old.

You gonna get yours!

Take my words

however

you choose

if you

mess with the

precious little ones

You

gonna

Lose

and get what you deserve!

Everyday Monsters

A walking

authentic

me

in a

mystified

world

full of

monsters

with smiles…,

some good

some bad

some roar

crooked wilderness

rough and tough

rolling into

foolishness

to

deceive

anybody

willing

to believe

everything

sparkles in

glittery nice

are

alrighty

and

mighty right

to correct

the left

floating

leftover

crumbs

to the

gums

of the

dirty scrumbs

hidden away

behind

metal locks

all categorizes

the same…,

monsters

in a box

but,

plenty

turn their

heads

rubbernecking

the wrong

direction

when

visually

they’ve

missed

to see

the

many

amongst them

working

in the

so-called

corporate offices

of

locked

legits,

flooding green

to

lobbyist

politically powerful

hypocrites,

putting

anybody

in nasty

pits

to fall

while they

stand bold and tall

showing off

their

shinning

pearly

white teeth,

clothing

tailored

and

freshly neat,

to be the

cleverest

monsters

of them ALL…,

paid

lovely

to hide

behind

deceit.