How to reclaim peace when abandonment has left me scarred and wounded

I am the villainy in their stories bread on secrets and lies and an easy scapegoat

I am a poet which is not a hobby and the pain I claim is real and not flights of fancy

Even though Aunt Nancy has fallen into god’s cruel joke leaving me abandoned and alone

The truth hurts when the words break through the fantasy of a family of gold

The invisible observer that is not suppose to take my passion seriously unless dad on high horse invites you into the club

a pattern I unconsciously repeated in danbury at a dark bar preaching my woes to players of a deeper order

Left with the pieces of my broken heart to get over the shock of being the bad guy and using all my might to not give a dam

I am a poet so my mind laughs at this notion cuz to shy away now leaves my legacy in hip pop crisiseee

I pave the way for the young and defiant

I walk the path of the bruised and battered sooth sayers

and I lay the foundation for my greatest test to not let go of the song in my heart and the cry of my writings

I am the villian and can not escape that label in the dark of status foes

I accept it begrudgingly knowing that all the powerful who brave the vulnerable have left this fate to us

to me

to my mission

of poet


no status

no bounty

no excuses

just a compelling to write it out

sing it out

drum it out

and bear the label of

begrudging while I sink into the human rat race from my bedside

and smoosh my blues into the sun

reclaiming my own fun in this pain

without the validation of the world

but with the determination in my mind





Eyes on the skies


Rocking my body to Tupac with a side of Maya

Traveling through the underground trail to bring us into mainstream life

Swaying to Luther Van-D never too much to talk about at the black board

A journey into time examining Harriet’s toes bloody and bare

I sway to the beat box of African faces singing songs of the revolution

A Brush with death hung on a tree to rubber necks shocked into silence.

I dance it out with Common and the lyrics of a generation paying tribute.

A March that ebbs and flows but is never done in the backdrop of breathe to air.

Drumming it out adding a bit of salsa to the djembe that the middle passage made music.


What is a Lie by Ommission

A mission to hide the little things with mum’s the word

A white lie in the pocket with pens from the supply closet

The girl who got away but never left your heart so wifey doesn’t need to know

A night out with the guys or gals which end in little white lines

Loyalty to a game stop money ring ringing pop songs at kareoke

Fight club community that bans together at all cost

What is a Lie by Ommission

My half brother love child that nobody is supposed to know about

Devotion to the dollar while handing out soup at the kitchen

Illness and death wish at the convivence of work to be done

A pile full of resumes on the desk of leverage against the cashier on the job

What is a Lie by Ommission

A mission that has seemed to be the main mission of a country gone scary

A lie by Ommision rewarded at the office

but destructive to relationships.

What is your lie by Omission?


Mind Wonder how do i get you monkey off my heart

a silent blue zone regulation from embarrassment from letters unread.

Patterns of thought back to you not to have my back feeling sad ghost on my lips.

A zone of Red naked to haunt all brain surprises and disillusionment to a life never lived.

Panicked disgusts to disappoint another sacred Sunday walking the dark alone.

talk is yellow cheap to a frustrating ear of mine own echo of silly longing that will not leave my arm space

An energy hug of piecing together the last bits of feeling your palms to palms touched to another rose.

A crisp goddess from school daze death made to haunt my confusing wonder…

mind the girl claiming my life was just a dream holder for her true one.

Left with no answers staring blankly into settling into your imprint with courage to allow it

in my dreams to walk freely while I wake to step I scarcely wanted to emit forward….

Needing you.

Never leaving you

as I let the fullness of your mont—a—goooo be your blessing to my envy….

DoNut Hole

I am living in the donut hole…. falling on the sword of my resume

I am living in the donut hole.. husky standing upright to flea

I am living in the donut hole.. no i in my ra ra and movement makes it rare

I am living in a donut hole.. making the best of a gap fired off by the bottom line

I am living in a donut hole.. small town city life in the shadow of wall street..

I am living in a donut hole… reaching to old age with dignity over an experience of pitfalls

I am living in a donut hole… lies and diplomats holding the mouthpiece to keep her on her post

I am living in a donut hole… A richness that cast dark on the bootstraps of working life

Living in a donut hole… politcal cleverness that white washes the distinction of skin color

in a donut hole… of a new generation that won’t

live in the donut…

living hole heart

wash whiting the distinction

of blue collar






money from the shadows of

wall street…..