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What I’d like say to my Congressional friends

What I’d like to say to my Congressional friends
is that I'm waiting to see how this all ends.
And if with America a shining city upon a hill,
I will apologize to all of you, I swear I will.
But if it ends like I think it might,
in the darkest darkness ~ in the anti-light,
may you be forever

You Get What You Pay For

It’s a truism that you get what you pay for
Or vote for or ultimately what you deserve…
But when we pay illegal immigrants
To stay in five star hotels with pre-paid debit cards
And the homeless to just hang out with food stamps,
Cash handouts and Obama phones
What do we expect will happen
But for the problem to grow! 
And

what love could i seek if not yours?

what love could i seek if it’s not yours?
a joyous ode to your name— 
even sorrow would glee to hear.

i’ll leave some words on your doorstep
slowly relenting, slightly scrambling.

like the way they were in my tongue,
your name’s as sweet as the morning dew,
waiting for my lips to utter
each syllables describing all of you

don’t spare me

What My Ego Said To Me

“You must stop this ruling of me,
Please let me go, I must be free.”
Smiling, Ego said mockingly,
“It’s you who chooses what you’ll be.

It’s quite simple for all to see,
All my power doth come from thee.
In myself, that’s where I invest.
I have no say in your request.

You’re free to go, to rule your own ship,
Give to

A Lasting Marriage

I dreamed of vows not spoken once,
But whispered daily, leaf by leaf,
Like moss that clings with tender strength
To stone that would not seek relief.

The years are gentle in their weight,
They press us close, yet keep us free;
Your hand in mine is steadfast earth,
A root that steadies trembling sea.

We live in words that will not fade,
In

I Regret What I Did

I regret what I did

I made a mistake. Yes. I want to confess
I disturbed you. I am so sorry. You created

I just needed to be honest. To your life
Say everything about my fate. To your life

And I needed to work. To you. With you.
Hmm. I loved an intellectual woman. Far love

I wish you. Only you.

What do you call it

what do you call it
when a chica’s dreams melt faster
than the piragua man’s ice
on a July Harlem block?
when sweetness drips down brown fingers,
but the city never tastes it right?
what do you call it
when they call you spicy —
like it’s a compliment or a curse —
when you’re just tryna argue your piece
on the tenement stoop
where your

Let me tell you what I know about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko

Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.

What are you burning

What are you burning 
I think it's your soul 
Breathing in smoke
That won't fill the hole 

And when you breathe out
Your chemical pain
Your heart is still bleeding 
And numb just the same 

Emptiness comes 
You know it so well
The hours of nothingness 
Then breaking the spell 

Dead ends and grey roads 
You've been here before
Run

I Listen to What I Choose

     given my unconventional views
        I listen to what I choose

     donkeys braying, horses neighing
         they’ve really got me swaying  

     to their thunderous declarations of dissonance

what if

what if,
we could fly
to any
destination,
and places
making us
feel safe,
I feel
God
made
a mistake
of not
granting
us wings.


I broke the vases,
vulnerable
and worth more
than
my own life.
I love you more
than you ever did,
but I won't say me,
It wasn't that easy.......
I know you adored
of the many times...
you loved me so easily
before the shattering
of the unpredictability
of this end game,
Between the swollen
of my little cheeks,
you hugged

What the Truck?

When I'm cruising down the street,

I'm not boozing while I eat!

I don't waste my time on luck,

I put my faith in my truck!

Thru sleet and snowy weather,

Our thirty years together,

Outlasted all the others,

All my truck driving Brothers!

But nothing could be finer,

Parked near a local diner,

Than a truck driving Sister...

That's a "Truck Driver" Mister!

What Coming?

What Coming?

I can’t believe this world. Everything has changed. Why?
Just bad news from every media. Wars, catastrophes, death.

Unbelievable, the people.  They don’t care about the negative things.
They live in their happy weekdays. Blindness is the ruler.

Day to day, week to week, more and more, the horror from the news.
People can stop everything. Only together.

They Know Not What They Do

[Verse]
I saw him there, sun in his hair
Bloody crown upon his head
I felt each pound… each hammer sound
For I was nailed to the same wooden death bed
I knew at once this was God's son
That he was innocent of all wicked deeds
Compared to him I was deep in sin
A thief deserving of all they do to

What a Pair?

Tucked away glinting thoughts 
like seeds beneath the bark 
of half-remembered dreams 
that echo autumn’s needs
     tend to duck. 
     Pluck them out
     under muck
     stuck well fast—
     they bring luck.

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