a few given words


I can’t help that I am who I am,

A writer, a poet, an artist, a baby,

a crier who cries,

sheds tears like lies,

oh what contradiction you are —

a giant surprise!

look in his eyes,

water will form,

smiles will swarm

and turn all those leaves like a storm,

for believe me he’s tough,

tough as his faith,

difficult as can be,

almost impenetrable —

it’s a blessing he fears the Lord.

feeling inspired.


we are not slaves,

lest we submit,

my only object is to be lit,

lit by the sun

lit by the moon

lit by the bluntness

lifting the room.

what are we here,

why are we here,

take me to places,

never been known,

way with my ace,

way to my home,

little miss fucked him,

turned him to stone.