It is such a joy to have residents want to come into the Garden of Health. It is even more fulfilling to have them want to take vegetables home with them to enjoy.
The Purple Cabbage is so intriguing. Because of its color and texture, many stop and ask if it’s real.
The Jury is the Judge
even when the truth is there
Though everyone doesn’t like
the flavor
the pudding is eaten anyway
Who wrote the Book
that is always bound in Black?
So many prayers in print there
so many words to be taken
seriously
But, are they?
God is found there
when they need justification
Peace is found there
to satisfy the major-i-tee
Rope burns in the hands
of the lesser
numbered to stand for the strange
fruits of their forbidden tracks
Mocked and forced in the
pressure cooker
Tears drip as the steam overflows
The Jury speaks
But do they in unison
when only one bangs the gavel?
Notice the March 4, 2021 expiration date.
I wonder if this Date Post was intentional
Brought in out of Change
Because certain people wanted Strange
To let chaos run amuck
And you said You didn’t give a Fuck
Swore to drain the swamp
On a podium we all heard “Womp Womp”
You once called them “Stupid”
And paraded your name like Cupid
What thread count was your sheet
That didn’t cover the dead on the street?
You opposed one group that took a knee
Then laughed when done by the PD
Seems you have much more in store
Since a different virus kicks in the door
Even though the sunshine begs in line
Social Media makes the dark ones shine
Handcuffed, therefore to grieve
But you can’t hear, “I Can’t Breathe”
All you’ve done and said has been recorded
Is the Jury afraid they’ll be deported?
It’s hard to wear your heart on your sleeve
Don’t rush to judgment – just because “I Can’t Breathe”
Livestock tainted so the Market can rise
Some believe God loves the lies
So, the next time you do deceive
Don’t ask who said, “I Can’t Breathe”
Brought in out of Change
Because certain people wanted Strange
To let chaos run amuck
And you said You didn’t give a Fuck
Swore to drain the swamp
On a podium we all heard “Womp Womp”
You once called them “Stupid”
And paraded your name like Cupid
What thread count was your sheet
That didn’t cover the dead on the street?
You opposed one group that took a knee
Then laughed when done by the PD
Seems you have much more in store
Since a different virus kicks in the door
Even though the sunshine begs in line
Social Media makes the dark ones shine
Handcuffed, therefore to grieve
But you can’t hear, “I Can’t Breathe”
All you’ve done and said has been recorded
Is the Jury afraid they’ll be deported?
It’s hard to wear your heart on your sleeve
Don’t rush to judgment – just because “I Can’t Breathe”
Livestock tainted so the Market can rise
Some believe God loves the lies
So, the next time you do deceive
Don’t ask who said, “I Can’t Breathe”
Where can I go?
Is there anywhere I can go?
The mist is in the air
and it pals with what it wants
The sun shines
and goes down
But, the con artist spins
Its stylish flow
costs a pretty penny
Life then imitates art
the scene is breathtaking
Keeping my distance
with cunning acuity
Still, I know I’m being conned
How long can I turn left
when I wanted right?
Or, do push-ups
instead of side bends?
I’m in the waiting room
with a smooth criminal
that knows the right time
to notify the help
Maybe, I’ll just not
make eye contact
and run from making any
acquaintance
Maybe, I can’t run
