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if I had it my way, I would pour a full cup over and over…

lose myself in every sip

within every be-an it’s made of

enjoy it

talk with it

hold it as if it were the last cup every made

devour it

explode in it, from it, because it

gives me a shot of adrenaline to get through the hours of boredom without it

but not in a rush

slow sips and if it drips on to my tongue

seductive licks

because this,

 is the best coffee I know

early in the morning the smell makes me smile glad to be alive

afternoon sips in the office

refresh every part of me

an end of the day cup gives me the joy to know that this coffee is all for me

and tomorrow will soon come so I can enjoy it again…

         Colombian Coffee,

                                                  Good to the last drop…


Crossing the street,

In the midst of the crosswalk

Between traffic, BAM it hits me….

I have never rubbed elbows with the rich and wealthy

Except on an east side train to the village…


Watching Friends marathon

Boxers and socks

Alone in bed

6 glasses of pinto grigio later, BAM it hits me…

Love doesn’t know me,

Loneliness is my only friend and (my) life is empty…


Standing in the midst of a city that never sleeps

Promotes a naked cowboy

But arrests a human Spider-Man showing his talents, scaling its tallest building

Shoots innocent men 40 some odd times

Beats another for rushing to a City Council meeting and BAM it hits me…

For 34 years I’ve lived here

2 failed relationships, three and half years locked away in the mountains and 4 children later

I think its time for a change…


When did it hit you???


today when i awoke
as usual i brushed my teeth
and glared in the mirror at the reflection it held
at first sight i couldn’t tell the face before me
but as i sat in awe
and wondered where i knew this mans face from
it came to me like a dream
this was a man born to a church
that as years grew on
he felt had abandoned him
a mother who did not know him
sisters that could not understand him
and the streets loved him more then he had respect for
this man i stare at in confusion
was broken
and left out in the cold to freeze
but found a small light that led him to grams of coke
that brought him new clothes and shoes
a home far beyond his dreams
above in the mountains
where he found a friend that embraced him the way he wished his mother did
and from then poetry never left him
and has given him dreams of fame and riches
hopes of one day making it big
open mics, book deals
touching those lost the same as him
and hopefully he then can put his past behind his shadow
where he will no longer have to worry ‘bout those demons
and carnal sins reaching out to bring him back
into the reality he has tried for 27 years to escape…

                (ACT I, SCENE one)

So what we’re different colors and of a different creed!
Does that mean you have a right to disrespect me?
Does that give you a reason to offend me?
Your complexion and mines maybe like night and day,
But inside no matter how you like it,
We are the same…
I wake up early to work a job for less pay.
A car whose APR is high as hell.
A checking account whose interest dont benefit me.
A mortgage, with a lender who can go to hell.
And a significant other who loves me today and hates me tomorrow.
Bills a few days past due,
And a bottle of gin to help me through and drown my sorrows.

So what we’re different colors and of a different creed!
At the end of time we’ll be judged the same,
By our iniquities,
Love and righteousness in GOD’s name.
No matter what you think of me,
We will die the same.
Be laid beneath the Earth and covered by the her…

So what we’re different colors and of a different creed!

my imagination runs wild when it comes to her.

thinking of what we could have.

what we could become.


intoxicating passionate fumes filling the room.


truly being in love.


lost in bliss.

 my imagination runs wild when it comes to her.

like in a fat kid in a bakery,

her sweet nectar dripping on my tongue.

slurping every bit of her love from the creek between her secret garden,

climbing her twin peaks just to glare into her eyes,

as I fill my belly of her sweet juices…

sparks fly as our lips touch.

like allies we unite as one and move the same as the ocean.

 rip tides sometimes causing us to ride rough currents,

but the explosion at the end is…

my imagination runs wild when it comes to her.


hide and seek.

fun-filled adventures like kids hidden under the covers,

tickling each other in places that would make a christian blush.

my imagination runs wild when it comes to her.

and without her?!

it crumbles to dust.

heart-beat comes to a crawl.

and its like I’m drifting away to a place love doesn’t know

and loneliness awaits me at the gate with a grin and a cup of sorrow for my troubled imagination thinking that this could’ve been real…..


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