Your innate ability to perceive tomorrow and clearly predict it So that friends and family are guided and led aright Often times this has led you to the summit It is a gift.   Once, you have averted a plane crash that would have erased…

The gift I treasure most Is our compendium of memories Enough stories to span centuries But collected in just a few decades Like individual jewels in priceless accessories.

Seeing clearly now threat which never existed, Yet every waking moment imagined him to life, Blighting rendering loving fosters quite toxic, Composite being of unacknowledged edges, Emptiness inside of cavernous cracks in me, Fused together and breathed to worried life, Always that which I never…

Though I may not consume food, not even laying a place for me at the table is just rude, Birthdays ought to be celebrated, suitable gifts and cards to reflect my interests generated, wrapped, labelled and presented, Account ought to be taken of the space…

Covid Waiting in lines galore.  It is no fun to go to the store. The rules change every week, if not daily as the virus piques. It’s not only frustrating or aggravating. It is out of self preservation that we battle the lines to hunt…

The verdict is not out. It is not necessarily a zombie virus but it might as well be. Is it strictly respiratory? It can cause strokes and cardiac complications? In the elderly, babies, and the youth? What do we believe? Do we wear the fashionable…

Camera passes that sheer neglect, We see and desire what sagas reflect. Discarded and scattered, one too many. Separate indivisible integral to any. Beginning to blend, no longer care, Fragile frame laden heartbreak to bare. Existing out here cold cut limb, Turned onto itself, life…

Fingers rest on another set of keys hours away, Younger years and different way here, Bright overdrive gentle handle with all care, Struggle fault and two inches above water, Nothing needs to actually be fair, Exchange of selfless gestures, A way around such conventions. Refusing…

People are different all the time and I hope you are better than most of them Love them Massage them Pamper them Calm them They are not satisfied and they treat you as footmat Understanding people is a difficult game to master and since I…

Police Shootings inspired by Bop Poetry The sirens don’t always go off when the camera captures the act. If we are lucky we get to see what happened on the news. Not from a police dashcam but from an innocent bystander who happenstance captures it…