angel numbers, the guides
the repetition
they remind me that
im on my way,
things take time
and
change is inevitable

learn to give yourself and others grace
they whisper

Little Ariel, with green fins, red hair
do you know hat your voice will take you anywhere?
She reminds me of a time, before things fell
I pray to the lord he’s not sending me hell.
But I don’t believe so, this time a new song plays
I believe this is part of the key however, whenever this time and place

lastly I’ll say—
God? Do I have a blessing on the way?

why does it cost
to love freely
the men in our
communities
need to see
people like you & me

our men can get locked up
for a systems corruption,
corruption in our community
draws a invisible line
at queerness
a way of life
a way of expressing
a way of loving
this threatens you

why?

it’s not always
gonna flow,
but the creation
of the thought
is the jewel

you are bejeweled
this path applauses
and waits
for you

i evaluate
past friendships
in my mind
a vault empty
scattered trinkets
of memories
was any of it
real
did I learn my
lesson

will you stay
until the end?
my fear is
loneliness

for i am beautiful
no matter what shade i
reflect you under,
i hide the worlds secrets
deep beneath, but provide
peace, the type of serenity
those need
i create home & space
for creatures below
even those maybe
even shadows foretold
water be me
water is me
i am water

homophobia, a illness
of the planet
once beautiful & lushes
overrun with cruelty &
power

Kids outside, you’re only 5
You were so young, time spent
inside, no youth
you said it does something to you.

You chased love, 3 blocks,
but she left, your first heartbreak.

Years Down the road,
love reintroduces himself,
you give nurturing love,
2 beautiful kids, repaid in black & blue.

He fractures & bruises, and you lie.
Swallow your pride.
Two years of drafting silence but then you speak.
Away you Get.

But life detest you again,
every chance it gets.
He just turned 18, crash, a wreck,
He didn’t even get a chance, a mother’s son.

Then again in Cold Blood, the world
took the other one, 7 times in back he shot.
The daughter, also a mother, could she even fight back.
What were there final thoughts ? She’ll never know.

You’ve taken both from this world, back to raising someone on my own again.
No Job, making ends meet. Sirens Blare, but not in defeat.

You deserve peace I say.
A Happy Ending, she’ll soundly sleep.

it’s scary
you scare us

you promise a free world, a loving country, but you’re separating them
families, generations, legacies,
all ripped from them

it’s scary,
you scare us

you tell us you’ll protect us,
defend us
but invade and steal, then
point at us and scream “NOW YIELD”

it’s scary you scare us
how can we grow strong when
we’re so divided ,nightmarish

you’ve made innocents your victim,
now declaring hell on your people

you scare us, you scare me
no kings

mercy on me baby, have mercy on me
hurtin’ badly, can you see we’re hurtin’ badly

a message for the
days ahead
seven do
things from
the heart without
worry of
success or
the failures

some time
in nature
will soothe
the soul
your on a
path foretold
with mysticism
and the call me be
looking for you

answer this time
angels ask you
to own who you are
take lead of what
you are

you are a
magnet for luck, health,
and abundance
you will work on letting
go of expectations

you are within your
element within
nature

how can you
look at the evidence
of the crime
and dismiss it
like a passing fly
that’s bugging
you

the ego, sometimes it feeds
sometimes it bleeds
which leads me to
self serving
ways
but it’s not
the soul connection
i yearn for
i bleed
or write for

the in between
as we
grow and learn
no one speaks of life’s
longest season
limbo
both
silent and powerful
but
frustrating and agonizing

these days
and nights will
take flight
but my connection
to my
spirituality
intuitively i know
we will
be alright
I’ll cherish the day
I won’t go ashtray

haven’t watching that movie
since I last saw you
the soundtrack is loud enough
for me to remember
but steady enough for me to forgive

i pray it stays that way

LIKE A COMMON POPPY, WOMEN IN MY LINEAGE ARE MEADOWS,
SELF-SEEDING THERE OWN MEADOW AROUND THEM,
ONLY NEEDING RAIN

LONG LINE OF ABUSE, BETRAYAL, ABANDONMENT,
FROM MOTHER TO FATHER, MEN TO WOMEN
PARENTS ABANDONING, CHASING YOU DOWN,
YOUR MOTHERS FLEETING, SHE IGNORES YOU

SIPPIN ON WINE BOTTLES,
GIRLS WHO WANTED A FAMILY WHO LOVED,
APPRECIATED THEM AND WHO WOULD PICK THEM FROM THE GARDEN.

my family yells their names,
they say i look
like them, all the same
are you looking for another
face in mine
or do you hope
i carry their essence,
spirit,
the family line

describe your addiction
the pace , a click
it’s not so easy to fix
did you really need that
a question in the
back of my mind

learn this time
but which time will be
the one

this is also you
world, not just theirs
own your place
in it