Let me paint my pain In colors and hues Beautifully depicted By shapes and lines Of verses that are cunningly crafted by rhymes, in my lit forget it, I need to paint my pain or write words with no restraint or limits, pushing their edge and pulling them from my head or psyche lovely, is the acrylic sonnet how glorious the tinted ballad bouquet that’s balmy or fragranced by a hint of  rose in the shadows of pink hearts pierced by the strains of poverty and brown breached injustice smears lavished by black and white tears veneered, in order to protect it I have to paint my pain! Using written speech Or talk that will speak Uplift the spirit of humanity Prick the co

Tap! Tap! Tap!, Tapping of the muse Who leads the anthem, in poem Conductor, instructor of odes they form such a sweet, symphony Crescendos, of his verse cymbals Are crashing and banging, beat bodes Each line reveals, epiphany As solos goes, in minor’s prose sharp toots, of the poetry flute cresting the grandest, finale O! sweet, the poesy symphony He bows gratitude, verbally  

Out of darkness you entered and so will you leave, but until the time of withered leaves, until the time of beginnings end, you will have this life and in this life, you will sing for no show, laughter will prelude the cry or reverse, in this life, you will wish the strings of your heart would break, relieve you from the sticky web of rapture, in this life, you find that you will lose and that, that which is lost will find you too but misery's brisk winds, are not the only ones to blow upon you, there are times the weather will break or change sending you droplets of delight, drizzling upon your thristy cheeks that are peaked high, revealing the sunny smile that life has shined down upon y

Mason jar in hand chasing, bug’s light wee While giggle bubbles pop! around their heads Pretty girls three, they run and play so free Summer nights creatures of flight, try to flee Caught in the web of memories, instead Mason jar in hand chasing, bug’s light wee Carpets of grass feel cool to their bare feet Feeling dewy and slippy, as they tread Pretty girls three, they run and play so free Snatched weeds put in. Quick! They try as one flees Within that moment, spans the eyes with dread Mason jar in hand chasing, bug’s light wee “Let’s take them in and take care.” All agree. Try to hold the minute, that instant dead Pretty girls three, they run and play so free  

I Watch a Leaf I watch a leaf, bound in a tiny pool Dismal flora, unmindful it is dead Autumnal wind, used as pushing tool This parking lot puddle, bumping its edge I watch the leaf; dried, brown, crescent crumble While its friends, they twist and roll they are free Scent of shop donuts, build tummies grumble Winds slash and lash my skin, howling a plea I watch a leaf, the leaf of my shared grief Who doesn’t want to die, meet brevity From time no relief, life span, living brief Out of grasp or my hands, longevity Honor all seasons, vanity, false belief Walk away from composting of, this leaf     Foggy is ths Bridge Foggy is this bridge, its seamed with soft lights Thick is the m