I’m on my way out the door Sailing on a paper cloud Of Greek mythology sprinkled With the fighters of Jim Crow laws I keep trying to hold on to the desk But Dixie Peach,Rome and Italy keep giving me a secret glimpse Of all…

Stuck in a whirlwind Of cataclysmic proportions I blow like a tornado And each and every thought That crosses my mind Screams out! Out of the pain Out of the shattered promises Splattered hopelessly Sharp like broken glass No more pain No more holding the…

I think I’ll chew some charcoal I need that black powerful stuff to ease my mind And the electricity racing in succession Of a thousand curses of hate Of one million stress related rants Of the joy hate that comes from being the powerful failure…

I drove by a house where I lived once A dog named Mike is still buried there Many years have passed with the vision Of a hawk with expansive wings and a hunter’s glare Sitting in the backyard It looks like a dollhouse to me…

HATE A vicious cancer That eats your joy Saps your strength Blinds your sight Takes your mind To Sheol