Misguided choices, dead-end fate
No amount of cleaning can erase the weight
Of actions taken, consequences born
A solo journey, left to face the morn

Life's better shared, with love's gentle hand
But fleeting lust can leave a hollow stand
Regret and sorrow, a messy stain
Hard to clean, a lingering pain

In the tub of life, we slip and slide
A soap ring circle, hard to hide
The truth of our deeds, a heart's deep sigh
A lesson learned, as we wonder why
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"I need you now, more than ever, like air to breathe.
You saw me trapped, and set me free.
My thinking was warped, but you made it clear.
Like a rugged New Orleans street, I was shaken, scared straight, and sincere.

Tracked the value of our hearts beating as one.
Don't ask, but quality time with myself is just foreplay.
I'll let you win, to be put back together, 'cause your way is better.

Before you, I was falling apart like fragile dreams.
But with you, I'm stronger than pride, like two hot coals that never cease.

You make me whole, you make me new.
In your eyes, my heart finds its cue."

"I'm stumbling through heartache, a remorseful drunk in broad daylight. Thirty days sober, but my spirit's still reeling. She's my Gibraltar, my refuge, where my feet found solace. Now, her face bears the weight of our demise – 'Love under new management' – a bitter joke. I'm caught in the crossfire of her anger, dodging blows, and losing ground. My mind's a maze, a broken record stuck on pain. I'm desperate for escape, torn between surrendering to love or locking myself away. How can I mend a shattered heart with a shattered heart?"

Choice, Choice
Led me, to where I step
Means over need
Woes is me.
The worst of me
Slippers as deceit
YHWYs filth rags
Posing as silk
Proving nothing
Tooth Crack
Now, who wants that
To success and... no one to share.
No left, no right
I let some go. My life.
Do care.
There's a gunshot
It crazy...
Just some words
Give me credit.
How else, to do
bright star shine.
EXplode

My trumpet blows, as the wind,  
My next journey, a trip,  
Amongst a lil bitsy stain…  
On my shirt,  
Taking an occasion with someone  
Who identifies me…as we lay.  
But it’s sometimes… desperately needed.  
Thank you for sharing—  
My anchor, yet we’re on dry land,  
For genuine principles.  
I gotta be…where I need to go,  
And how…  
Am I gonna get there,
When Alice is the one holding my hand?  
is there peace… in silence?  
They say, it’s where YHWH dwells,  
Pays for rain, washed in faith.  
No one said,  it was gonna be easy.
As I see her fading, like cigarettes smoke
How  much should one endure?  
When the squeak wheel receives her reward.

Red flashing screams, tears held  
In the shame rock of failure.  
The head bone tied to our decisions,
A soldier forward marching to war—  
Our own goals, seeking to be seen,  
Yet craving invisibility.  

I speak truth,
No difference shines between good and evil.  
The white boasts of rewards—  
Secrets hover as the morning dim;
When he leaves, we marvel at a scene  
Like Klowns juggling twisted truths

Words we hold, air we breathe,
Defining our lives in whispers of deceit.  
Do you sense it?  
We dine on scraps left by rogues.
Sally Walker sits skeptically,  
Not laughing where judgment drifts—  

He lives by belief, his God a daily prayer.
Here it is, “YHWH” first—
Y’all better behave—
Compassion’s call in times of sorrow.  
Guess what?  
The kettle's dry,
And the waters of hope ebb away


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