This Grateful Score: A Poem of Thankful Prompts


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The blanketing warmth of
Grace and Mercy
That silent darkness that proceeds
The newness of day
I’m thankful
Infinite potential rises
Every morning along with the sun

For the working together of nature
Intricate, intimate
Organic harmony
The blending of peoples
The sharing of stories
And the spreading of legacy
For others to follow
Like a trail that starts here
And stops wherever we leave off

I relish understanding
Beginnings and endings
The bliss of engagement
Like violent laughter
And soft rain at dusk
The to-and-fro
The roaring crescendo
These are the “musts”
Of Life’s symphony

It’s the mountains and valleys
We sometimes abhor
But we cannot afford to miss our cues
In this grateful score

And all the tears
Like distant prayers
Though unspoken
Aren’t unheard
Only God knows
The weight of glory
A story that none but the angels
Have overheard



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Listen to me breathe
Listen to my heart
Listen to me
Feel my soul
In your rugged hands
Feel me feel me
And understand
In that space where
I’m just a woman
And you are just a man
See me with no pretenses
See me with no masks
And through no lenses
In some safe place
Where thoughts are kept
And guards are down
In this hyper defensive world
Whose people are desensitized
All knowing yet unwise
Where everybody’s sad
And nobody cries
Everybody touches
And nobody feels
Self medicating hiding aches
That just won’t heal
Listen to me breathe
With my heart beats
And hear me
In the need like draught for rain
And wants of the same
In the space where
Then and now collide
acceptance and cares exchange
See me here
Here hear me


Some comfort and some healing

for old time wounds

and showing some older scars

iron proving fire
brands new burn marks
and I just wish you were here

Staying busy and running for time

trying to get it all figured

but all I do is fall behind
making strides and trying to be

but after the t’s are crossed
I’m still just being me
My body shuts down

when my mind wont shut up

and when what is just seems to be enough

I just wish you were here
and while people reason their nonsense
and make their own justifications
for their sad realities
I don’t feel much like fooling anyone
I just wish you were here

Good Women

Good women with their head on straight

still get a little crazy sometimes
Grown women with no expectations

still sit up and wait
we can’t help but care
even when it’s not our place

feel that man when he is gone

feel that man when he is away
and sometimes he keeps walking
but we still wait

Good women
with so much weighing in
still has to keep standing
stone roses

waiting for some magic water
and those fairy tales don’t come true
but they keep trying to prove
prove to themselves that they do
Good women
they are just so hard to find
or so that’s what they all say
they say it when they tilt their hat
say you’re incredible and then walk away

but those roses still grow

and good women
smart and holding no expectations
cry on the inside and hold their faith

good women care

if its wrong and it’s not our place

feel that man when he is there
feel him when he is gone
feel when he chooses not to stay


Did you feel the disturbance like a shift in the air

did you feel strangle hold on your words

somebody says don’t say that man
that is gonna get you jail time these days
the special interests
and funny its not the same as yesterday
and the ones in the big stages
they aint the ones hiding to pray
and did you feel the suffocation

the smoke hitting the lights
and blinding everyone in this oncoming strife
did you smell the death in the air
coming one way or another

they got the beds ready

after the virus and the vaccine

you cant deny them man

that’s a hate crime these days
any way you think it
and anyway that game plays

you might get stoned in the street
and the whole thing gets watched by the police
but then they are paid
to get the preacher men anyway
easier if the plans laid out gets ‘em first
the hungry hostility
and gnashing of the teeth

did you catch the hidden messages
and catch phrases
triggering the sleeper cells
but you cant say that man
trying to push back

the oncoming hell
better just stand still

and keep your mouth shut

and turn your face

if there were anywhere to turn it
where you wouldn’t be able to see

and act like you aren’t people
people like me

Hiding Feels

The feels in the feelings
the bullshit and lies

just covering the realities
of the feels and the feelings

and we are all just hypocrites
getting our deal on
to cover or pass the time
and oh that time man

he’s a real sonofabitch
always showing up on the wrong rhyme
cease the day boys
and make the women wait

cease the lay boys

and make the little girls late
but aint that how boys become men
letting the girls ring them in

and make a good case

comb your hair
pop your collar
and say life’s not fair
dealing with those feelings
or not
just cover it up with a postage stamp

and hide it in the shadows made
by your corner lamps

biding that thing called time
and pretend you didnt have a plan
it’s alright man its all fine
just hide those feelings
make those hard decisions
for the sake of your plights
have the fun that everyone does
but call it what it is
and not what you wish it was

the feels in the feelings

dealing with grown ass women that know
laughing at the masks
as we comb our hair
and pop our own collars
yeah we feel you

you just gotta work that shit out

gotta do you…

well you just upped the value

thanks man for clearing that up
we gotta work out too


When I came back from the prison

I brought all the chains with me

took all these years to shake those words off

Things hidden just resurface when triggers are pulled

and little battles come back ready to be fought

baby be enough

baby be more

baby so funny when she tries to allure

baby just thinks too much

just don’t understand

the needs the needs of a man

And when I came home

I brought all that baggage
repacked the memories

and I had the advantage
things written on paper
somewhere hidden about sadness

nothing like laying next to someone

who just can’t be pleased
nothing like carrying the weight
of someone with no dreams

and baby it’s not enough

baby what do you know

baby sometimes its gotta be rough
cant be so close all the time

who cares about the rain
and who cares about the lines

baby its not enough

but baby its just too much
baby a man needs variety but..

red isn’t really you color baby

and when I woke up as a live wire

You know you ain’t no lady
I took out that gun

you take things to serious

for the last pulled trigger
you’re so cute when you try to be mysterious

and threw it into the sun
Some women like it like that

When I woke up I just realized
open your eyes dammit
it was never even my fight

forgiveness and forgetting

such a beautiful things

because baby came alive

yeah now baby got her wings