Dancing in the middle of the street
…with a song on repeat
Rhythmic movement tripping over my own feet
I escape…

The sounds of the cars don’t pollute my mind
In fact at this moment in time
I’m free

Arms spread wide spinning in circles with my eyes closed
Seeing things unseen I conquered the theory of time fold
My souls old

“It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
and ceases to be a mere sequence…”
Or a trance, non happenstance…
So im in the present partnered
with dance



Cracked Crayola

Cracked Crayola

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

Masterpieces from disasters, no sharpener on the box
using the brown backend to outline the jagged rocks

Lightly shading clouds with the unraveled paper of blue
dreaming of being with the picture cuz it’s a better view

Bright sun rays set a blaze for a scene that looks mellow
outlined my shine with dull reds crumbled yellows

Envisioned with smiles though it looks sharp and mean
all my blades of grass are the same color green

And the recked rec center field appears to be Wales mountain Blorenge
so I sketch it on out with my half pieces of orange

There’s people all around staring at what I’m wearing
while trying to discover…
…My suit it’s purple got it at Shoppers World with my mother
with my black penny loafer they were hand me downs from my brother

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

I draw what I see and it’s never what it appears
there has to be more than 7mile
man I gotta get outta here

Couldn’t complain that my hand wasn’t the same
it was awkward like being 10 times the size of your nickname
Let them have their 24
you take that 8
with the right frame of mind your image will still be great

Lifes ups and downs all comes with the mixture
take whatever colors you have and make the perfect picture

Cracked Crayola

67 Days in Alaska (Psalm 30:5)

read my devotional today
it said the sun was on the way
weeping may endure for a night
but everything will be ok

so young boy just hold on tight
the darkness cant survive the light
just cuz they’re wrong don’t mean you’re right
life’s a battle you have to fight

…but why,
your purpose of life is not to die
fulfilling your destiny is life’s mystery why lie
while mingling through the millennium you’ve missed your chance to fly
ith every breath of forgiveness in your lungs He’s begging you to try…just try

do all that you can and with everything you can you do
so empty out your spirit and God will do the rest for you
timeliness is God’s decide so your patience must be trust
for if your seed was over anxious for the harvest would you ever enjoy the fruit

Yes the time seems endless and you were once seen fearless
I need you to hear this…

plant your feet firm in the wild
…don’t you run child

it’s been dim for a while
can’t see the shine for some miles

but the rays will arise
bright as bold look alive

if you’re resting in your demise
read Psalm 30:5

Partner In Crime

Sorry this isn’t the last piece to “The Story” the poem came to me out of blue… Enjoy comment email me tell a friend to tell a friend or something ….

Hello can you talk for a minute my souk wants to speak to you it’s important that you listen

Your beautifully oblivious it allows your brain to connect to your heart
I don’t have that, you’ll love life a way I can never grasp,
it allows you to feel things that I never have or or or…never will
my focus is set while you ride waves of breathing enjoying the thrill
But lucky for me your life is like the limitless pill…
Instilling in me a will for nothing less then victory
let you plant your flag in my life leave a note that you are here and stay right here…hear?

Security in my arms so I keep you from the harm
from things that may seem to do you wrong I intervene
In exchange for your serenity
pieces of your whole being bringing peace to me
peacefully your heart beat sings to me ever so gently
improv romance holding hands for a dance
off beat two left feet these feelings don’t need no rhythm
Non believers attack us with their poisonous venom
Impromptus I love yous to defend them
glad that I’m on your team and we’re winning.

Forever for always to the last of my days thankful for my blessings as I pray
You infected my bloodline joy spread throughout my frame
gave me a joy that could return to you my last name
Glad that nature took its time so I wrote you a poem that would blow your mind
signed sealed delivered your partner in crime

The Note

The Note

Setting: High School hallway

Cast: Poet (the uncool kid) & Crying Girl (The Dope Chick)

Plot: Poet slipped a note to The Dope Chick, The Dope Chick reads “The Note” on the way to her next class…

Dear “The Dope Chick”

Shooting stars and glowing moons can disappear if not cherished soon.
I walked around consumed of you now I hear your voice and the gloom comes through. See your face and my heart starts to sink my palms get sweaty and my legs get weak. But knowing the know hows know when’s left me with no wins. You’re only satisfied by your expectations set forth with no explanation. But I wasn’t born with the genetic mutation to read minds… Kind of feels like a waste of time…our time…this time

So I lost sight as fast as I lost time, you didn’t speak so the mute led the blind. Down twisted unchosen pathways of deception. All I have in my heart is a quarter bag of questions. A quarter juice deciding to just lose or let loose. I could never ask, moments we never had. But when i see you around school I’ll be happy that you glad. Pretend to care about your existence while simply existing in that instance, hoping you don’t mention…him.

Ms.Popular blessed to recover fast, skip hop jump to the next class. I’ll crawl limp mope feeling like trash. Go ahead laugh (I did). You’ll be where I am more then I am, but when you get here I’ll always be a friend. To tell you you’re beautiful and hold your hand…again & again. Write a poem or two for you, sing a tune or two for you, tell you lies like you deserve better, play a fool for two for you. The kid is uncool yes this is true, times two for you for you.

the uncool kid