True Imposter

She sings the Church songs on Sunday
and tries to emulate the feeling the singer had
In its absence, she taps those soon-to-be
manicured nails on the table
and taps those eight years old Shirleys
that even God would question on the floor
She bows her head and damn near speaks
in tongues that even the tongue can’t decipher
She taps the mind to make it believe, like she does, that She is doing all the right things to make it into Heaven’s God’s grace
She can’t wait ’til Church is over
So She can resume how others see her
All along, She was planning her day

The Decision

When I saw the tree
in the Robert Frost novel,
I knew i had crossed over
Glowing sun not damaging me
any further
No sounds that i
could not agree with
No being with demands
who hurled all that is unholy at me
My touch felt like a hug
No seat was necessary
for i knew i was just visiting
All was explained to me
And that was all
I needed to know
I didn’t belong there
Was my soul still not at rest?
I could not adjust to all that serenity
But i knew what was constant before
I knew my mission
Obtain Peace before i had Peace
It’s called the Tree of Life
It’s just not for me, yet

The Key to the Kingdom


Like a password

to enter God’s kingdom

A code is placed on the door

for only those worthy

of entering

Troubles at the altar

when left unattended

by those who have no faith

no structure

Not avoiding His Holiness

only daring Him to perform a miracle

of banishment and approval to leave

Taking what is not there’s

Giving pain by removing goodness

But where is the true fault

in Man’s judgment

to say All are Welcomed?

Those faithful patrons who

sit to hear the message

of the day

in hopes of chasing, warding, fending

the wicked away

Unable to forget how their given

riches were absconded from His House

think they helped furnish it

Malice joins them

Though their presence is congratulated

Forgiveness is the theme

Lo, for some it’s just a dream

Turn my gray skies blue

It takes my fingers

So long to feel all of you

And it takes my lips

To quiver and let me know this is true


But it takes my mind and eyes

To turn my gray skies blue


Tracing your body

From a perfect silhouette

Let’s me know

I’m not through yet


Standing in front of me

I feel Heaven’s here on earth

How could I be a part of this scene

When I don’t know my own worth


You never tell me lies

About who’s loving who

You can take my mind and eyes

and turn my gray skies blue


Make me whole

But don’t take flight

I’d play any role for you

Just say the word day or night


Don’t hold back your cries

When it feels good too

Just close your my mind and eyes

and feel how gray skies turn blue


If Ever met Never

Classy impositions

Obstructed by cruel intentions

The masses live for pretensions

The clergy orchestrates superstitions



Does the fountain of youth

Spewing freshness

Trickling truth


If ever

Met never

Dare one say, What Ever

In a manner all too clever


When the bell rings

Inside the Watchtower

A lonesome dove sings

Exposing its true power


Rumble does the Earth’s belly

Letting the sky know it is craving

Life too strong for the telly

But remain do the steady all worth saving


Words delivered

Not by the weak or quivered

From a Book of purity

Undeniable in its surety


Careful one must be

To not skew or change one meaning

Though all that is down, not all can see

Let the heart rule the mind for better screening


Then when the bell rings

All  of Heaven sings

And He shines down on His creation

Granting the faithful real love salvation

This Christmastime

My gift from you

This Christmastime

I pray it comes to past

So I promise to cherish this moment

As if it were our last


Children singing

Bells a ringing

Everywhere just for us

And when you smile

That great smile

With my hand you have my trust


This Christmastime


As God is my witness

With tender, sweet kisses

May we forever be as one

Love for always

In our hearts I hope it stays

Don’t let this feeling come undone


I will get down on one knee

Everyday, with a vow to thee

That I will do you no harm

You are the only gift

That gives me that special lift

When you walk and hold my arm


Especially, this Christmastime

Mother, my name is Zipporah

Last of the alphabet

And always last

Pure as a snow-white dove

My name chosen from a book up above

Conceived in lust

Smoke-filled room trust

To know my history

is my future

of a love blistery

covered are my sutures

What impact will I make

worth anything does Heaven sake?

Will I bear sons

who will move tons

Or will I give two girls

With pigtails whose heads will lose curls

Was my name chosen from above

Without meaning

Though lust for love

Before your eye closes

Pray Heaven imposes

It was cute to name me

But it hurts to blame thee

What is it I stand for

that blasphemy could not ignore?

In order to honor the Lord

Damned am I minus a male cord

Two did create me in sin

Now, tell me how I can begin?




Hallelujah never just passes by

I used to think

that you were too easy

to love someone like me

I know why I thought that

It’s in the blood

Runs through me like a flood

Preyed that the day would come

And that no one

Or some

Would find out why

And have the strength

to look me in the eye

Why oh why did I not

look to the sky

before the speck

fell in my eye?

That’s what I used to think

before I fell in love

And when I spilled my flow

I thought Heaven would know

Instead it opened up

Just for little old me and cup

And they took my redemption coins

that I ripped from my loins

Had I knew then

I’d do it all over again

And in the end

I would seek out a real friend

Not someone for my beck and call

That just ruined it all

Long live Spring before Fall

And the mystery of a golden wall

Long Live Live Long

Tell a tale sing a song

But remember what’s true

Tell Lies to stay away from you

The manuscript for Life

depends not only staying positive

 through strife

What is written is so

And will be so down below

Whether the line you walk is fine

For there before grace is your shrine

Always on is the power light

to assist you through fight or flight

Energy leaves a low angelic smell

Though sight is easier to tell

While gone you still exist

Into the Golden Twilight with a twist

Say, “Hello,” instead of goodbye

Parting and lasting words

should always greet the sky


The Watchful Sky

I watch the sky

not at it watches me

The stars in my eyes

are not those above I see

The straight line I walk for them

I forever wait my turn and hum a hymn

And form do the clouds of life

Below many add by inducing their tearful strife

Watch do I the watchful sky


I watch the sky

Ears ringing not to ask why

But why

Why does the rain fall down on me

when my own fails to touch

The moon rests high at night

while high my neighbor’s moon comes at a price

A bird soars freely without restraints

Even my hums reverberate all four walls a gate


Watch do I the sky


Soliloquies and prose

so morose does not sweet Heaven knows

Stupor supported by any wine

Spirits shout silently staging a shrine

Sisters sitting on salacious sickles

Staring sickly sickly staring

Serpents sneak slippery spunk

Savoring sweet screams before squeezing seven skunks

 Write my name upon my thigh

Whether it is false my blood draws nigh

As a tattoo served a stain

Shades shelter my eyes from my brain

Should I describe my reasoning sense

Retreat I shall toward a more quiet pense

Please tell me why I must ask

to have what is rightfully mine to dance and bask


Super Trooper that is I

the one who dares to spy on the sky

Watch do I the watchful sty

that laughs at tribulations

 and blames science for omnipotent lies