World in my hands
Flowers from my lips
Perfection for my footsteps
Strength on my wings
Hope-laden heart
Nuclear mind
Force to be reckoned
Isn’t this the truth
World in my hands
Flowers from my lips
Perfection for my footsteps
Strength on my wings
Hope-laden heart
Nuclear mind
Force to be reckoned
Isn’t this the truth
None blood between us
I dreamed last night my brother
Showed me tenderness
So I skipped school
Forsook homework for heartstrings
Hope and brawn would carry us through
I knew
In demoting me
Had you a point to prove
Was I your protégé
Gone astray
All the truths
We wish would leave
The lack of regard
Despite all the reasons
We gave them to care
Let us walk forth
Shall we walk forth
And let legacy
And abandonment
Have its way with us
We will see those leaves
Dance and shimmer again
Playful and meaning business alike
Wistfully, we’ll watch them bud then bloom
And be reminded
We are promised the seasons
The Oboe said so
I at 49
Less some days
Flesh and blood
Heart, mind and soul
Convicted
Of God
Stand
As proof
I
Was wrong
From my own right
From your realities and truths
From the abounding, abiding demons
God protects me
If ever
I’d wished for you to hold me as I smiled
It wasn’t moments ago
The heat
The lack of regret
The slightest light filtering in
As I held then heralded my breath
It was months ago
I’d wished
If ever
It once was
We asked
It now seems
We Act
As Friends
As voyeurs
As judges
As would-be teachers and angels
Without wondering whether
We know
Or know not
May Monday
Look Like
Only One
Small Smile
After Another