Month: May 2022

Am I or Are You?

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©. May 30, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Am I myself

If I’m allowed to live,

Allowed to give

When the world’s combative,

Allowed to speak

When I feel defeated,

Allowed to seek

Just to feel completed,

And allowed to sleep,

Sit, and take a stand?

Am I your wish

Or am I your command?

Am I myself

For faking one more smile?

Allowed to doze off

Like a Francophile,

Allowed to be loud,

I may be a child,

Allowed allowance

I’ll grow in the wild,

And allowed to think,

I’ll be aggression.

Am I living for love

Or obsession?

Am I myself

For sharing who sidetracks?

Allowed to blink,

I may have flashbacks.

Allowed to love,

Am I comfortable?

Allowed to date,

In the way’s the devil.

And allowed to grow

When somebody hires.

Am I overthinking

About liars?

Am I myself

If I pull your heartstrings?

Allowed to learn,

Butterflies feel bee stings.

Allowed to trample

On a String of Hearts,

Allowed to believe

And grieve like the arts,

And allowed to make mistakes

Like crier,

Am I awake

Or am I on fire?

It’s Her Waiting For Me Sketch

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©. May 29, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Sun-kissed Sugar

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©. May 22, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Sun-kissed Sugar

Medium: Acrylic on wood print

Size:18” X 18” 

Date: 5/22/22

A poem is included:

What if I told you that 

“I love you at

Mutual degrees Celsius,” 

But I befriended

Hesitation to avoid

Rejection from my love? 

You were perfection with good grace,

Ingrained in my mind,

Then I found Jesus. 

The woman I’d have children with, 

Far away has friends

And a lack thereof. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

The pocket door to everything more, 

We lack adventures,

But have progress. 

We had belated blessings, 

Then they came early,

Fulfilling our households. 

I can seep my hugs in your skin

And live within,

But how can I express? 

Loved more than

An entourage of reverence,

You’ll see how my life unfolds. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

How you include me in your day,

I can’t seem to 

Get over chapter you, 

With full-flavored lips

Having an aroma,

I can only imagine. 

Skin as real as silica sand, 

You vanish in my dreams,

But look brand new. 

Wherein will we meet, greet, and treat,

Loving more than kissing kin

Without sin. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

Wanting more than

Amorous advances,

We’ll both receive the Crown of Life. 

Would heirlooms fall

From the heavens for us to cherish

Or must we work hard?

Prosperity isn’t a necessity 

For my love to be

My wife. 

The ounces your hyped heart weighs 

Are the seconds it takes to

Take my bank card. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

Sun-kissed sugar. 

Front:


Back:

Sun-dried Awkwardness

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©. May 15, 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Excuse him if he never

Won a poetry contest, 

But developed broken heart syndrome

From watching clouds cry. 

Oozing with charisma

And dripping in talent, the best, 

But not the greatest,

Being granted awards from the sky. 

Poesy versus poetry

Crosses his mind and body. 

He could be offered 

40 college scholarships and live, 

Donating the last dollar

In his wallet from a tree. 

Doing the impossible,

He’s a man who wants to give. 

He’d donate his body to science,

But he overthought. 

Science never told the mailman

To mail him a girlfriend. 

He’s aware that she burnt calories

In the bed, then fought

With her exes for steps 

Of stainless steel on the weekend. 

Forgive me. 

Forget me. 

Groomed to burn bridges,

He looks like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. 

When a Blood wants blood sugar,

A Crip wants bottled water. 

He’ll stay inside wrestling

With onanism, for he’s shy. 

They’ll shoot for the stars

And they’ll aim for a son and daughter. 

Knock some sense into him,

For they predicted the future. 

Mistreat the ladies choosing

Him last, but they’ll see his cash. 

They’ll slap him with financial clarity,

Then drink liquor, 

Seizing silencers with potty-trained hearts

And a heat rash. 

Soak his blue jeans with gasoline

In a traffic tunnel. 

Snatch his woman’s body

And mentally abuse her. 

Physically push her to breaking points,

For she’s mortal. 

Shame him at his parents funeral,

For he’s the cancer. 

Forgive me. 

Forget me. 

Exfoliate his genitals,

Then mentally rape him. 

Manipulate his life

And own his overpriced organs. 

Avoiding being spit on,

He wants oral sex that’s grim. 

The embodiment of a bodiless bud

Saw his fans. 

Socially awkward, it takes time 

For him and floetry. 

Sun-dried dates can be tampered with

Like like-minded liars. 

Let the truth be told,

He no longer thinks sexually. 

Fancying her dramatically

Like there’s bushfires. 

A liability, he learned

To resist temptation, 

But after knowledge, he wants 

Her to force herself on him. 

Fatigue faces circumcision,

Then there’s the sensation. 

There’s the sober side of affection

With vigor and vim. 

Forgive me. 

Forget me.