The Inquest (Scattered Moments)
Amid the daily atmosphere of obstreperous condemned men-children and the recurring high pitched ringings of large deadbolt keys heavily colliding (swaying to-and-fro affixed to the belt lines of prison guards hurriedly slamming heavy steel doors...
WOOD’S ANGEL; She’s not ostentatious, She’s perspicacious, PURE AND TRU, no other could do, Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart is how We'll enter VALHALLA’S GATES, just ME and YOU, Tried and TRU! This Man Loves YOU!
A WAYWARD SAILOR
All is lost though it seems,
Without my compass it’s just dreams.
A wayward sailor, that I am,
With no lighthouse I’m on the lam.
The waves crash over against my hull,
Wilting red rose (ones lonely weeps)
Whisper to me the calm of Hope---amid a world so
full of deceit… Allow my seeking heart and mind to
know your loyal pearl smile of friendship as my
illuminating psychological shield of protection—
“How do you Know?”
Laughing when your mad,
Smiling when your angry,
Crying when your happy,
Frowning when your pleased,
Giggling when your agitated,
Screaming when your titillated,
Thirsty when your wet,
Just My Thoughts
These is just my thoughts as I sit here in this four cornered room.
Sentenced to a lifetime of hell in this penitentiary cell
Inflicted by all the pain I’ve caused, by the mistakes I’ve made and all the wrongs I’ve done.
They claim I’m insane,
That I can’t control my inner cycles.
That my mind’s fickle
That somehow I laugh when it don’t tickle
That I’m so broke
I feel rich with a nickel.
That if the worlds collided in the middle
Her Imaginary Friend….
A little girl named Emily and her imaginary friend,
hand and hand they walk to the bus stop,
Laughing and playing like they always do….
Emily said catch me if you can
and ran away so quickly looked like she...
I don’t cry,
My tears are tattoos..
I fear no man,
God sees me through…
This life is a struggle,
But my heart remains strong…
I’m confined away from freedom,
But my freedom’s beyond…