In the duskiness of the early morning she rises no matter how little her sleep her face tight from the many tears that she cried through the night the empty space next to her a reminder he is not there why it is not fair why did he have to go why did he leave…

A fire cracker A wise cracking smarty mouth larger than life who I wouldn’t want to be any other way… A beauty A jewel Tough on the outside Scarred by life but deep inside still willing to hope full of love deserving of love… Keep your head held high sweet girl you are an original…

Surges with lightning bolt hitting the earth; The waters heat up and the mighty oceans begin to boil; Who can live in the volcano, its anger scorches like fire from brimstone; The wind tempests with great indignation swirling in all directions; Another bang is about to happen while the sun races down the earth with…

oil spills and such, Green house gases errupt, Goverment corrupt, Have we not had enough? Free speech on the line, While the sheep, Bleet, tweet and sleep, Feeding into fake media frenzy, Instead of unity, Theres envy, Brother can you spare a penny? Back in the day it was a dime, But its much worst…

I am way to familiar with the middle of the night now. It used to be a wonderful thing. A feeling of freedom and creativity. Now I feel the darkness and the loneliness. I long for sleep but it eludes me. More and more. It teases me… Brushes my fingers Just when I think I…

How We Think of Vinny Blue Jeans and an Islanders teeshirt. A shy smile but a wicked twinkle in his eye. What thoughts were going on in his head? They say still waters run deep and that may be the case with Our Vinny but one thing we know he was lovable. You couldn’t help…

His writing is a delight, As you pronounce each sound Soon enough, it will be found The circle of love going round and round. So is his love just a circle of sound? Which sings of love this time around Whispering in a constant astound A lovers music that stopped too loud? She spoke of…

The light turns on Her life moves on She dreams tonight Her future bright. She’s loved thousands of men One of them a gentleman: By the name of Ben Whom she met back then. In a dream that was Anne remembers now In her soul he was Mr. Ben Ow. ” Why have you come?…

I like to read yeah that’s my style, These words I eat then I make’em worth while, I compile many thoughts and memories, Review my file like Yo’ remember these, Chill’n with my homies and you know we blow trees, Fantasize about the promise land and what it’s gonna be, The haters they be on…

Mom, I’d like to thank you for all that you do On this special day we come together to celebrate you Today I will lift you up in praise Humble and caring; sincere through out your days Every time I think of you, my heart is filled with joy Remember Bagma Mary! Mamma’s little boy…