The irony of a life unshackled -
seemingly an advocate for freedom.

But only to find its beats forlorn,
as it serviced payments for past follies’


ransom.

The day you walked in
Stood on my door
You were nineteen
I was twenty four.
A look at your face
Weakened my knees
In your sweet fairness
I experienced bliss.
Throbbed hard my heart
My body felt so light
That spelt the start
Of my love at first sight!
The day you walked in
There wasn't anymore
Happiness for nineteen
Peace for twenty four.

Flowers
are my real friends
I know their language
They're
never
crestfallen
Our friendship
is a blessing

Tepid water
between
my toes,
I know
life.

"More juju in the mojo,"
The little lady said
We were heading into Memphis
Speedometer on red
A whistle stop adventure
Going coast to coast
Lost inside America
So that we could boast that we had done it
Just up and gone away
We saved up our marbles
Time for what the hey

We camped by many rivers
Heard the wild goose call
Took the other route
Got the back story
Made it up as we went along
Day by day we made our way
Each one a stanza in our song

The journey is not over yet
We're still on the run
She wants to see the South, she says
With more juju in the mojo
No need to look back

Love is like hugging a porcupine as tight as you can while it pierces your heart through

Let me be the youngest
and say
somehow
we went astray
but there is no rulebook
that says
we have to stay
this  way.