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Sometimes in life we smile and bear it,
Avalanche after snowstorm after agony after torment,
Other times we can’t contain it,
Victory after blessing after joys after accolades

After life beating you down while you grin and bear it,
We may over celebrate little victories in the most inappropriate of ways,
Hooting and hollering and dancing even the occasional,
“In your face!”
We relish these victories.

Forget to be incapacitated by the daunting losses,
Unaware of a valid excuse to give up and walk away,
Forgive egregious wrongs,
And the villains who commit these crimes.

While folding like a cheap suit,
At a minor inconvenience,
Making those around us,
Perplex at our lack of rhyme or reason.

How do I forgive the man you broke my heart,
Never again talk to the man who broke my china,
How do I forgive the woman who stabbed me in the back,
Never again acknowledge the friend who ate the last slice of pizza?

Only lesson I have learned in my short long life,
Is to value what you have,
Acknowledge what you have achieved,
Love the one who loves you best.


Another step


As I welcome another year,
A good friend asked me what my plans were,
No big celebration came to mind,
Letting go crossed my mind,
Letting go of old hurts and grudges,
Letting go of past mistakes and judgements,
Letting go of of selfish wants and demands,
Welcoming new opportunities and joys,
Starting new chapters and making new memories,
Forging new friendships and making new memories.
Clean slate.
As I walk into this new year,
Clean slate.

Winging it




I have compassion for others

Pity sometimes really

Secretly sighing in relief

“Thank heavens that’s not me!”

I admire human tenacity

Just prefer not having to be tenacious

Due to my noted fragility

Watched myself and others sidestep landmines

While others walked right into live ammunition

Tripped over anthills

While swearing they where mountains

We all muddle our way though

Not saying I am incompetent

Far from it!

Just stating that like the first man who walked this earth,

I make it up as i go along

I am a staunch believer in the school of life

What I know I have experienced

Life lessons ingrained in my psyche

Shaping my character like a river on  rough terrain

Telling my story, making it folk lore

Giving that future acheologist

A dig of a lifetime!

Colors Of Life


Does blue represent the tears

Of a mother on lonely road

Having left her newborn child on a church doorstep

Or does it represent hope

The continuity of life

Life water flowing from the mountain top to the river

River to the sea

Sea to the sky

Sky back down to the mountaintop and back again

What about the tale of red?

Ripped from our veins

A color of a beautiful tragedy


Unparalleled romance

That little red dress always did trump the little black dress


But you have to salute green

With whom mother nature preens

A disguise, signature

Shroud of flair

Her mating call

Her badge of honor

If I had a flag, it would be red, blue and green

Red because I am the tragedy the world lives to hear about

Adorably scandulous!

Blue for the flow that is my ever changing circumstance

Green because I always achieve, overcome and attain.

Refresher Course


I got comfortable

Felt invincible

Dreamt of being unreachable

Believed in my untouchable

Got arrogant almost unbearable

Completely lost my adorable

My inflated aura my ensemble

Orchestra of my rise playing to those who assemble

Never realizing the time to be humble

Not remembering life is a gamble

Turned out it was more than I could handle

Life snuffed out my candle

Told me to pack my bundle

Took all I had handled

Taught me how to be humble

Refresher course 101

You are not anything that cannot be handled.

Oh What A Life!


The intricacies of a short life
Vivid death
Lackluster afterlife
Encased in a bombshell body
With tawdry mental ramblings
Oh what a life!

To be wined and dined
Praised and adored
Lavished and coddled
Utterly spoiled
Oh what a life!

To sleep on a cloud
Partake fresh from a stream
Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Pampered mercilessly by Oriental silk
Oh what a life!

I am a Slave


I am a slave

A slave to fashion

And yes, fashion often laughs at me

A slave to knowledge

With wisdom using me as a punchline

A slave to fantasy

And a star in reality’s thriller

A slave to reality

My individuality on life support

A slave to my skin

Chained up, whipped, bent over serving

A slave to my principles

Or is it my mother’s principles

I am waiting for a march

A declaration of emancipation

But who am i without my slavery

Freedom may be overrated.

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