My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
These words aren’t labeled confidential,
they are perfume on me clean and pure.
Walk away if you think I’ll downgrade,
I am not some low model robot;
Not gonna take the straw bed you made,
I won’t suffer your distressing cot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Thriving’s the result of essential,
it ends the need to simply endure.
The joie de vivre that’s been delayed ,
soaked firewood that has been left to rot;
White hot ideas are doomed to fade
when we buy in to a tragic plot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Excitement should be exponential,
not hidden fine print on a brochure.
Can’t truly live when you are afraid,
mild mannered is one thing I am not;
Weave hard work and drive into a braid,
that detailed design is a sure shot.
O October it seems even though thee pass capricing
like sometimes wert here
and sometimes octopus of a thing or ocro
or what somehow oakening through- on breezes and
tides and sunlight stir and darkness.
And if thou be something still around I wished to be
the local sight of the moon here or amidst,
and if thou be a mountain I wished it to be this particular
Gangriwal or Mandra or Murba,
and if thou be a tree I wished it to be pear or sweet
lemon fruit that sometimes we buy in the market,
for we love again and again this cheerness in October!.
At night it captures the moon.
Like a werewolf coming out of a cocoon.
If we are quiet.
We can hear it split.
Into pieces, sharper than before.
It’s not something you can buy in a store.
It’s a treasure that just appears.
Sparkling against our fears.
We fear a cut on our hands.
As we dig through the sands.
We hold it up like a coin.
Then toss it into the water for fish to join.
all night too plan
would I be their tortured
for another day
their shapes trickling
from the edges
of the fire
See I magine a group of shadows
gathered round a fire
I am weird cause none of ewe
Are me like
Freak my badge of
On our on hair
of the cat
with a Cheshire stare
Hatterly in the mem
brain act
Like soup man
Buy in bulk
Banner never carried
Study flying mammals as a hobby
Brush and yawn ehhhh
That guy sold spiders round the neighbourhood
Nice guy
Wander this way which leads to the red being read
the wrong weigh
Clerk would if he could but he
CAnt
The saddest thing about his monster it never got a name
It’s high tide worldwide
shock waves lash the shore
America’s gone socialist
Russia revels in Soviet mist
Hamasniks take on Israel
like a mouse up against a lion
Ukraine’s out-growled Putin two years so far
Too bad the West won’t buy in
Europe’s nearly an afterthought
China and India ascendant
Look to African bishops and priests
on them the Catholic Church’s dependent
And with all their social-engineering initiatives
the Left’s atheists are newly propitiative
always in pocket
lips get wind burnt just working
gotta buy in stock
trying to get warm on a January day.
we inch toward the window, feeling the heat
this mama has been baking something sweet
what is that smell? the squirrels ask me
a mere cardinal, what would I know about people food?
i fabricate a story and they all buy in, snuggling together
we are never as unified as in the winter when it is this bad
why can’t we be this united all the time? It is surely sad.
When I was fifteen,
I did some tweak.
A line for breakfast,
That's all I would eat.
Doing speed makes
You skinny and weak.
Every night you battle,
To just get some sleep.
You slip into addiction,
You have variety.
It doesn't take long,
The realm of anxiety.
The hustle and bustle
Become a daily routine.
I don't know how I made
Through my teens.
I love to smoke some,
Dank-ass weed.
It had a calming effect
On the speed.
My friends have a
Stash of Xanax.
Just in case one
Of us start to panic.
We are all sick with
The disease.
We do meth, coke, acid
Alcohol and weed.
You have a habit,
You start selling drugs.
This opens the door for
The thieves and thugs.
A bunch of lost souls,
With a touch of freak.
This is how it is when
You choose the tweak.
They smile and lie right
To your face.
Forty years later,
You're still keeping pace.
You buy in bulk,
You get a better deal.
Selling drugs was easy,
Just keeping it real.
Turbo1904?
The watusi came into my life when I wanted to be down
She shook her bootie and promptly turned me around.
I did not want to buy in, so she tossed me on the ground.
Then began playing a jazzy up-beat kind of sound.
Stop it! I yelled with a glower; my face horribly frowned.
She laughed with delight and spun me quickly around.
I found myself dancing; my joy was immediately found.
I am so very grateful for the watusi who came swiftly around.
Start from square one
Pick the low hanging fruit
Work smarter not harder
Drill down to the root
Dive deeper going forward
Get a swat team, touch base
Square the circle, value added
Reach out - save face
Game changer, deal breaker
No brainer, ad hoc
Move the dial, close the deal
Plant the seeds, walk the talk
Get the metrics, crunch the numbers
Roll the rock up the hill
Make the forecast robust
And may the variance be nil
Pump up the expenses
Relax from your flap
Keep an eye on the audits
But don’t worry about GAAP
Plan B with your A game
Ahead of the curve
Drink the Koolaid, baked in
Take a risk, get a nerve
Low ball it, blue sky it
Step off the grid
Use buy-in and win-win and
Get a core competency, kid
Manage up, manage down
Then pull up your sox
And at the end of the day...
...at the end of the day…
think outside the box !
When I have visited a place
I can go home and see its face.
Every detail, every line
reappears inside my mind.
The small to largest part
is engraved upon my heart.
Museum, farm or fair,
you can bet I am still there.
Caught up in this Déjà vu,
with feelings fresh as morning dew,
are picture postcards of the brain
that I’ll visit once again.
There’s no need to close my eyes.
They flash buy in vistas live…
the trees, the fields, the land
the lights, the town, the sand.
They are with me now and then
like a close and welcomed friend,
mind-scenes of travels far and near,
visions that now have come so clear.
As the passing years grow dowdy
may the spirits not grow cloudy
always bringing on a smile
recalling every golden mile.
4/21/2021
Your kids are here in Becker Park
as the sun is going down,
with cash stuffed in their pockets,
the candy man's in town.
There are drugs to buy in Becker Park,
a pill for every need.
There's coke and crank for connoisseurs,
and always lots of weed.
He sells dreams in Becker Park
for nickels and for dimes,
the kids show up at sundown
to see what they can find.
The ones who come to Becker Park
live life without a clue,
ignorant of the ways of drugs
and what an overdose can do.
They live their lives in Becker Park,
the writing's on the wall,
but they never get much wiser
till the undertaker calls.
My boy went down to Becker Park,
this sadly I confide.
I never will forget the night
they told me that he died.
But they still come to Becker Park
when the candy man is there,
he may lose a kid or two
but hell, he doesn't care.
Someday I'll go to Becker Park
as the sun is going down,
and when I've found the candy man
I'll put him in the ground.
Zip Zap Zung and Zing
Poem made with a ding
Hip Hop Hulu Town
Word Play goes down
Whip whir twis shou
Shake your boots all abou
Fine time you will have
Fun with most dim and lav
drop off a corn store
Iowa magi show bee fore
bun wag and ring toss
fun with word play keen goss
Zip Zap Zung and Zing
Buy in bulk ding dong ding
Hip Hop Hulu Town
Word play goes down
You can forever buy in,
without hanging on
The moment anointed,
to reign till it’s gone
There’s a time to hold tight,
and a time to let go
Veracity final,
in what it now shows
When that comes in question,
the cosmos expands
New truth taking over
—and at our command
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
To heal yourself, you have to be yourself
Buy in fully
Claim the flesh body
as well as the spiritual body
Pay enough attention to it
That it does not die from neglect
Feign interest in it.
To like yourself, you have to try harder.
You have to look for the good.
Why can you not do for you what you can do for thousands of others?
Why is it so difficult to find a glimmer of yourself that is magnificent?
Your muse can find it, so send her.
Until you get wise.
Until you become a wise woman.
To love yourself, you have to own your mistakes.
Take them in your teeth and masticate them with pleasure.
Enjoy their salty, sweet, potato chip taste.
Swallow their sweet goodness,
realizing God makes no mistakes.
You are as wonderful as He could make you.
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