Archive August, 2017

Thought Patrol

August 28, 2017

THOUGHTS,

They do not enter my head.

They are already there.

For if they did enter,

I would arrest every last one.

    Do not enter

The sign would read.

They cannot read.

They are not invited.

They are not welcome.

Here.

I learned long ago

I could hold my breath longer

than my unwanted thoughts.

I learned I can abstain from chocolate,

toxic relationships and unkind words;

But I cannot abstain from my thoughts.

Boots on the Ground

August 26, 2017

Living in Compton the Spanish crown

Rancho San Pedro, boots on the ground.

 

A ’33 earthquake rocked the town

One black resident, boots on the ground.

 

Courts did rule, folks were Compton-bound

The 50’s and 60’s, boots on the ground.

 

Left foot right foot hear the sound

Left foot right foot boots on the ground.

 

Pimps and hustling, deals going down

Gangsta lifestyle, boots on the ground.

 

Shots in the air voices drowned

Bullets cry out,  boots on the ground.

 

Gifts for guns layin’ in a mound

Combattin’ violence,  boots on the ground.

 

Left foot right foot hear the sound

Left foot right foot boots on the ground.

 

 

Stages of Development

August 24, 2017

Rolling on his belly                                                                                                                       Crawling on his knees                                                                                                                    Step by step and wobbly                                                                                                                Walking is a breeze.

A cane now guides his movement                                                                                                The walker scratches his floor                                                                                             Hunched over in the wheelchair                                                                                            Confined to bed once more.