Expect to hear sirens

Expect on all out war

Expect riots and fire

and were you surprised

at the results of that propagated
blurred stories and shadowed lies
check your privilege if you think its wrong
watch your six
and protect your home
dividing lines on blurred line stories

but  they are all waiting
on each side of that chasm

were you really surprised
surprised that you played into the hand

played right in to the expectations
like dolls on wires
creating chaos on fires

organized in the ruin

organized blames

where the details were unclear

but all believe what we want to hear

check your status
check your privilege

but don’t check your sight
and your responsibility
when you play into the hand

of propagated expectations

it’s all about the bottom line

and control out of chaos

right time right players right story

and the right angers

expect the worst

and someones gonna play
believe the expected

and everyone’s gonna pay

This Grateful Score: A Poem of Thankful Prompts

My girl poet/writer friend…check out her work.

Inspired Prompt


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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