I’d never seen anything like it before. I’d never see it again ever more. The way the light played through the glass. The way it changed as time did pass. Amazing, intriguing and delightful. I was so lucky to get a sight full. I could…

Gray clouds precede the midnight black once arrived, coats the sky in ink- magenta sparks explode in the air, followed by gold, crimson, emerald, and sapphire- on the roof, a man lights another firework. The rocket blooms in the sky, casting a kaleidoscope of multicolored…

Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017

Here I am. Inside this bubble Experiencing life. I can feel If I want to feel. I can heal If I want to heal This tiny bubble. Well, large, By some distortion Of Beauty. This tiny bubble Is mine. All mine. How ‘bout dat?

Her skin is a jungle of deepest green, scared by rivers sweet and clean oceans of the deepest blue, mountain ranges, sharp and grey capped with fresh falling snow pure white crystals a blanket of cold she is layered in the hues of calm, browns…

The brown of my eyes Showing deep compromise   Indigo, is the shade of the day The color of voice And work Yet, I am in word play   Not hard to keep my spirits up Beneath this clouded sky With out that endless blue…

The fourth quarter of the year When the tropical wind stooped down To give way to arctic cold wind The wind is freezing cold while, The autumn are bursting in colorful tapestry. From red, orange, yellow, green, brown purple and pink. But, when the fall…

Bringing forth the vital colors of existence, portrayed in bleeding masses spilling over confining lines of shape. Abstract illusions falling in and out of view, where mystery dances a wild macabre in the swirling plumes of purple and green. Black absence, a deep, smoky emptiness…

Ears burn inside. Trying to heal. My head frets, Like a dry guitar, “What’s it like getting old?” Fat puddles in the mirror. Ugly? I don’t know. Pretty is as pretty rare, really. There it is. 90 seconds closer. I never knew my clock could…

Pale skin, midnight blue ink stains my fingernails from cleaning my pen. The prep to start, take my pen apart, the nib, the barrel, the cap. all flushed with water, fading from midnight to sky ink will stain my nails for a few days, my…