NO WHERE COOL

If you blossom tall

Like the palm

Your branches they will cut

Because of its juicy fruits

If you are at reach too

Your tenderness

Will they parade

In pieces on Sunday

And we only look on

And we only look on

As if we never saw it

As he looked up

And slowly

As he crawled away

And we only look on

His hands lifted up

And never a coin

In his palm to drop

As they pass away

Thought it wise to do

Exactly what her thoughts were

So her accusations will not fall rightly

On my head as

She hit the hammer.

BE CAREFUL

Faces that tell of the inside

Wear not around them that crucify you

And reveal the wetness

Hidden in your tear glands;

That picture you fallen when standing

Mock not with them

Not even for a while

When all is well

Be mindful what you say

Be careful what you do

This place is not your home

For soon you will leave

Attitudes and manners

You leave behind

Even when departed;

Disregard them not.

Only like branches in the wind those words of ignorance blow

And return you wherever they took you.

Instructions and reproof

May appear to harm

Yet will give off smell so pleasing

An incense to the undying soul.

Those eyes that saw you

Will never forget your deeds, all.

For and against, which they record

Will they recall.

Opportunities lost are never returned

When time and chance

Are spent not on gold.

Like a tale to a child I have said it:

Be mindful what you say

Be careful what you do

This place is not your home

For soon you’ll leave.

Again in this world or next

Shall we meet

Lesser or greater we’ll be.

Those, will be remembered of you

This ear will resound it again

Pleasant or foul your deeds

Written in ink indelible.

Be mindful, what you’ve said

Be careful, what you’ve done

In this place which is not your home;

Then you’ll be gone. 

struggling for humanity

And I can hear the waters

Falling down slowly into each barrel

Fading strength intensifying gradually

And yet she struggles for humanity

two friends

Two

       Friends in their trade

One

       Violently assaulting

One

       Calmly amending

One’s

       Wrath with their encounter

       In a bus

Two male friends

One in hair logs

       His ears pierced

One in a well cut hair

       Beside the other seated

A bible

One has, the other not

       As it drove away

Two, together to their church 

fallen vegetables

Fallen vegetables

They go in a quick haste

A hasty departure from the stall

Fallen vegetables all lying on the floor

Hard on clients the day before

Denying selling less their fair

Fallen vegetables

Sundays will lie rotten

No one, there to sell

To someone if even will buy