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5/12/26 12:47 pm
I am the waking sky.
From ravaged rose,
Vivid violets,
Bleeding blues,
And barbed Blackness.
Every bit of flesh, bone, and blood fills with Colors that sear through even iron-skinned bodies.
Rose-wounds, blood oozing from trust torn out of my chest.
Violet is the world stitched quiet at last.
Blue, sorrow puddled under my splintering ribs born from the nights you belonged everywhere but beside me.
And Black,
The part of me carved out by the blade of your tongue,
Left a cavity where warmth used to breathe.
Cold settles like dust in the hollow of my chest.
But even the darkest nights eventually thin,
And the sun emerges washing the darkness in gold that sings and colors carrying a mercy I never expected.
Each ray finds my shattered body where I fell,
The sun caresses me with warm hands pressing trust into my veins,
Light returning to my eyes,
And softness to my skin.
Some dude from
vinyl city revs engine
of his dirt bike to the max
blasting the air
testosterone roars throughout
his every bone and fiber
broadcasting deafening
nauseating mating clear
*****sapien primal
(atavistic urge) culled dear
ring lee from bajillion
years old genealogy,
sans chromosomal
blueprint in heir
writ tens of thou
sands sieve generations
ah...momentarily, there
pervades a stillness,
which golden imponderable
silence savored heavenly,
gloriously, and fully with delight,
unsure when the next fume ming
fuel blast will excite
the truant high
school kid delinquent
stinting precious
education, viz flight
o' fancy to race beginning
at dawns early light
ear splitting unmuffled
noise pollution,
where exhaust smoke billows
akin to tethered kite
blending with rarified
atmosphere height,
as wisps snake
skyward eventually
getting dispersed amidst bright
amidst soundcloud
clear out of sight,
which brief interlude of quietude
near painful silence to bear
ah...thank dog the
wind in the willows
soon replete with blare
ring blitzkrieg bomb
bard ding doth declare
ring foolish time
wasting youth
desultory cavalierly,
blithely and aimlessly gear
rill less lee spinning away life
with nary a blues clues care!
The night was young, ecosystem calm
Thoughts flooding my mind, I got drowned in them
Pin fall silence, I could hear my blood flow
On the spur of the moment came misdirection
Entered she, soaked in tears
Her eyes inflamed; larynx they were
Tears still cascading down her countenance
She wept profusely
She needed a shoulder to lean on, mine was uncommitted
I snuggled her to at least give her solace
Compassion was requisite
It cost nothing, so I offered her
Our proximity; not far from contact
Changed things drastically
Her warm tears gushed down my chest
Melting my heart, the throbbing irregular
Her light skin so enticing, pleasing to the touch
My hands got the pleasure
Racing all over her like a hasty warthog escaping death
Caged, I couldn’t escape the enticement and so…
The seed of a flower can be good or bad.
Don't think too much about life, and be sad.
Understand that the compound will pressure you a lot.
Fight through the feeling and land in a perfect spot.
Gravitate off the ground, rise through the air.
Make the best out of life with an unbreakable stare.
Have the strength of a lion and always stay focused,
Not letting a peak of darkness come without notice.
Stay fearless and conquer the world by storm.
Stay true to your mind and keep your light on.
Darkness will try to interfere with your light.
Stay off the past and look toward the sunlight.
Mountains will form with pain and suffering.
Never let depression win; call on your mother.
So let this day be about opportunity and values.
Have a great "Graduation" and ride off like a stallion.
Don’t talk to me about self-control
If you’ve never cried in your bed
After trying to quit for the 50th time.
Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase”
If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror
And hated what you became.
And don’t you dare say, “Everybody watches ****.”
Because that’s the problem.
This generation is overdosing on pleasure
And starving for purpose.
Sex is everywhere
On TikTok, on Netflix, in ads, in schools.
It’s pushed like candy
But nobody talks about the cancer.
Women turn their bodies into brands.
Teen girls trade dignity for attention.
Boys are praised for lust, not purity.
And those who dare to stay clean?
They’re mocked.
They’re “old-fashioned.”
America, wake up.
You’ve become Babylon in high heels,
Drunk off ****,
Calling perversion “freedom”
And modesty “oppression.”
Governments fund the poison.
Churches avoid the topic.
And parents give kids phones with zero boundaries
And call it “love.”
But here I am
One of the ones who got caught early.
But praise be to God, I didn’t die there.
He met me in my mess.
He pulled me out of the pit.
Not with therapy.
Not with filters.
But with fire and truth and grace that burns.
I don’t speak to impress.
I speak to deliver.
Because somebody out there is where I was:
Ashamed, addicted, crying, pretending.
And they need to know
There is freedom.
I won’t shut up.
I won’t water this down.
**** kills.
Masturbation enslaves.
Lust destroys.
But Jesus breaks chains.
So no, I’m not afraid.
If they block me, let them.
If they cancel me, so be it.
If I perish, I perish.
But as long as I breathe,
I’ll burn with truth.
This generation doesn’t need more influencers.
It needs intercessors.
It needs prophets.
It needs warriors
Who bleed and still roar.
I was once bound.
Now I’m free.
And I won’t stop
Until the chains that once held me
Become the swords I use
To break others free.
Let this be the sound of REVIVAL.
Take the needle
Take the thread
Keep slowly piercing my lips
Sticking the needle in and out
Until my lips are sewn shut
Take away my ability to speak
I don't want it anymore
Watch the blood drop from my lips onto the shirt you said looked good on me
I can't control the blood
If you don't like the sight of it, why did you cause it?
Is this what happens when I say yes to you?
Did you want to see how you could hurt me?
This was a two person job yet I was alone
I gave you my sparks to ignite the fire
yet the moment I saw the small and timid flame,
you did everything in your power to put it out.
5/13/26 8:03 pm
A perfect rectangular plot,
spanning nearly an acre,
its borders built from baby-blue planks
etched with soft phrases in looping, hopeful handwriting
the kind of words meant to soothe a trembling animal.
Inside, the world blooms loud.
Greenery swells in every direction,
vivid, bustling, almost holy,
as if Demeter herself had knelt here,
hands deep in the soil, whispering life awake.
Fruits drip with nectar sweet enough to ruin you.
Flowers flash colors stolen from the heavens
pinks, blues, purples, oranges, reds,
every shade that ever dared to exist.
Bees and butterflies circle like worshippers,
desperate to belong to something this gentle.
A path of flat, even stones invites me inward,
each one carved with a word of loving,
as if the garden already knows
I need convincing to stay.
I step into the oasis of color and breath,
birds greeting me with bright, charming song,
the air warm and soothing.
But then,
three steps in,
the chirping halts.
The sun strips itself from the sky.
The sweetness curdles in my throat.
The air turns sour.
The sky bruises dark.
And when I look again, really look,
the garden I trusted bares its claws.
Flowers open with carnivorous intent,
petals peeling back like jaws.
The soil reeks of iron
blood worked into fertilizer.
Roots lurch toward me,
Sensing the shame I thought I hid.
Vines coil tighter when I speak,
hissing like they know my secrets.
The gate slams behind me.
Locks itself.
And suddenly I’m trapped inside the place
I once believed was safe
a garden that now feeds on my regrets,
grows plump on my bloodshed,
thrives on the parts of me I never meant to show.
I am haunted by the realization
that the danger was never outside the fence.
It was always here,
waiting for me to step inside
and call it beautiful.
Dark and blurred—my vision starred.
I rubbed my lids hard and frowned.
Me, my name, my life—
all seemed to go extinct.
I tried calling out.
My speech reframed.
My larynx failed,
its box cracked.
Maybe the earth’s wind
blew away my existence,
thinking it was only dust.
Or maybe the same pillow
I cried upon
ate me....
thinking it would bring relief.
Ah… Mom, Dad, I am hungry.
I waited.
They did not recognize me.
Ah… my books…
I paused again.
They seem to belong to someone else now.
Was I truly that worthless—
or did I pretend so well
that they began to believe it,
until I vanished?
I thought I would feel free.
But it seems
I still wanted to exist.
When there's trouble in my mind.
I say, "God please help me at this time!"
He knows everything we all go through.
Because He created them, me and you!
He knows before we do it, we'll be mad.
Knows just how to comfort us when we're sad.
When my thoughts take over, or I'm ill.
I ask Him to help me, because I know He will.
When someone makes me want to fight.
I ask Him "please help me love and treat them right!"
Sometimes there are places and things I forget.
By Asking, God will remind me and He hasn't failed yet!
As I'm driving to volunteer, while on the way.
I ask "God please help me to smile for 4 hours today!"
As soon a my foot hits the hospital floor.
My God gives me a smile, that people cannot ignore.
They compliment me all the time.
My reply is "That's God answering a prayer of mine!"
I tell you there's no thing too small for God to do.
There's no limit to Him showing how much He loves you.
My children when thoughts try to dominate your mind.
Start reading and declaring God's words every time!
There's a saying, "Music soothes the savage beast!"
Put on some worship music and ask God for some "PEACE!"
You don't have to give a Pastor, one single dime.
What our Creator wants most, is the currency of our time.
Graduation Of Two
It is a day to remember,
my son and grandson together,
Graduating with an A-plus,
so tell me what is all the fuss,
Cannot recall a dull moment,
from yearly gifts now bestowment,
Both of you summa cum laude,
G.P.A. four-point-oh lordy,
So come now, uncle and nephew,
we leased a hall for this venue,
Family and friends all gather,
Entertainment, food, gifts, matter,
Your dad and granddad are happy,
nana's countenance is pretty,
Interest, game technology,
twas both in your biology,
Twas in the cards with words on walls,
colleges with their protocols,
Tis best for both to get a house,
here are the keys as I espouse,
Since your parents bought your new cars,
I resolved to buy a just cause,
So here is a toast to you boys,
ere me young men, to books from toys,
Both part of our family tree,
today, a bit proudly it be.
2020 February 17
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