Tupac Shines

One can see it on the faces
Folks in the inner city
We hear your cry
Keep your head up
Momma
Tupac Shakur gone to soon
Took a bullet
A true hustler
Poet
Artist of his time
He was never caged always free
Free to write his songs in harmony
With a story in his dreams
His mother raised him well
With a great story in which to tell
A rapper who met Biggie Smalls
Did some hard times
Tupac Shines

Tupac Shines

One can see it on the faces
Folks in the inner city
We hear your cry
Keep your head up
Momma
Tupac Shakur gone to soon
Took a bullet
A true hustler
Poet
Artist of his time
He was never caged always free
Free to write his songs in harmony
With a story in his dreams
His mother raised him well
With a great story in which to tell
A rapper who met Biggie Smalls
Did some hard times
Tupac Shines

A Portrait Of Grace

squid ink stains novel / mirror phrase Calypso shark / pirate ship coins found.

Voices
Choices
Heads in the street
Political
A revolution
Eyes with spots blackened stench
Riots
Black against white
Love is presented as lust in disguise
Inside we hide are true emotions
One may convey logic for fear
I shed a tear to numb the pain
New president
A wall
Yet where is the real voice
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Abortion
The saga continues

Their are many wonders
Things that keep your thoughts
from going forward.

When you see someone with a gift
that is unknown.
They don't feel that they have
what people want.

What a waist
Everone has a gift
They just need some space.

God, awesome as he is,
will give you what it takes.

Loosing someone that is still alive
They need to know that God
will give you grace

Love Your Enemy

Daffy Duck
has worst of luck
unlike his friend Bugs Bunny;
has fear of work
will always shirk
except in search for money.

So bare and clean
Like untouched canvas
Snow has been
When it first fell

And I've been guard
On my small patch
Although t'was hard
Throughout my spell

For I'd presumed
That others ,too
Had not resumed
Their daily trade

Should just maintain
The fallen snow
Should all remain
The way t'was made

Yet say the clock
Has made it's rounds
And say a rock
S'now dust at sea

I don't think this will be a poem,
just a dumping ground for some thoughts
since there's too much
family on Facebook
and the official "news"
hasn't yet been announced.

My mom's been taken to the hospital
probably five times
in the past year and a half,
always with coughing,
Pneumonia,
passing out,
heart failure.