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


Ashes to ashes

I am still a Buddhist

Loving to Love

The love that knows love

The way Love should be loved

Dust to dust

I am still a Buddhist

Chanting to chant

Chanting for Love

Loving to chant

Like smoke I spread

Disappearing I am still all

And everywhere, I rise

And Fall

I am still a Buddhist

The colorless exhale

Once the wind blows

From ashes to dust

Burning yet yearning to exist

Still, I am Buddhist

 born, created from ashes

The Housing Authority Gameplayers

The Housing Authority Gameplayers    


Four men sitting at a table playing Spades.  In any other setting, someone would have called them as they saw them.  Broken and at the end of their rope, the gossip begins.  Anything to get a laugh from each other.  No filter is desired or required at the table.  It was all about outdoing the other team.  And, when the opposing team gets outplayed, there is a balance of shame and glee.  Save one excusing himself to hit the head, the Alpha gets to chose his prey.  Everybody joins in to add their two cents.

Each person had hung around long enough to get to know the others pretty well.  Yet, there’s always that one they all want some dirt on.  Rumors.  What one heard as well as the others, chimes and rings loudly until the return of the prey.  It’s business as usual until the humiliation rises.  It is almost impossible to stop the prey from securing his place in history.  They will never be able to explain their demise except being taken down by a lesser.  If only they would really look at themselves before exiting their domiciles, each would see the flaws they have denied.  Prim, Proper, like a UFO landed with skills beyond their wildest imagination, he feels he is the topic of quiet.  Maybe one would try and sneak in a question about where he came from or what did he do as living before ending up in this place.  The prey knows he is being played to expose his weaknesses.  That’s when the shit gets real.  Every innuendo, every mannerism is exhibited out of fun.  Yet, they have no idea they are the ones getting played.

His luck doesn’t run out.  One by One they all fall down.  The King of the moment all of a sudden subtly reminds the derelicts of how they were beaten.  Now, he can talk as much smack as he can and want to.  He knows he’s good and the cards are always in his favor.  What happened before they walked out of the house?  Did they pray to some higher force to be victorious?  Or, did they want to use different cards to shake up the energy at the table?  Either way, they should have done the right thing:  See it as a game of trash talk and nothing more.  He lets on about the conversation he overheard of them.  Maybe, he shouldn’t have.  With heads held low, My partner and I could only revel in their demise for once being considered the Two Kings.  Will wearing a Burger King crown at each game be ultimately the last straw for comraderie?  Besides, they started the gathering only to be separated by sheer luck and skill from the other side.

At least two egos will be smashed at the game that is like a scheduled ritual…a must for this niche.  At certain times, newbies will appear, seeking a playing partner.  That is how the cycle begins.

By the second appearance, the newcomers have acclimated and adapted to the behaviors of old, Black Men who are looking to expand their egos.  After the loss, the newcomers are told to get more training and come on back.

You just weren’t the one for m

Gave me everything You had
Still You weren’t the one for me
Never had a chance to be mad
When You should been the one for me

Drove your car through a snow storm
To prove You were the one for me
Greeting me in fine form
Why couldn’t You be the one for me?

Call You on the phone with nonsense
Because You were there for me
I knew you couldn’t ride the fence
You thought You were the one for me

I spoke up for You when You couldn’t
Did they wonder why You were with me
I spoke up about your pains
Then realized you weren’t the one for me

You see, I should have had the chance
to tell You, to say to You how much more I wanted and needed
But, You made it all about me
and how little I did to keep You happy
You did it all out of necessity
And that’s why, You’re not the one for me

When you think you’ve found love
Don’t look for anything in return
Blessings come from up above
There’s a chance though, You might feel a burn
But, I’m sorry You just weren’t the one for me


I want to escape Here
and make myself get out
Nobody can tell Me
that I should have some fear

I want to get out of here
and take my best tempo along
Somebody can put it in a song
before my melody goes all wrong

I want to be taken away
and scooped up with definite plans
Anybody can make promises
but not everybody can afford the band

I want to meet my new home
and leave all my old stuff where it is
Everybody wants to be free
without a little conditioner to cure the frizz

Show Me

Show me
How much you love me
Just so 
I know what not
To listen to

Show me
How much you hate me
Just so
I know how to
Greet you

Show me
How much you fear God
Just so
I know how much
Of my heart to give

Show me
How much you love yourself
Just so
I know what kind
Of friends we’ll be

Show Me
Show Me
How you pray,
But not what you pray for
Just so, I know

Too funny not to Share!


Could Rod Serling truly be onto something?

Just who are those members of our biased society supporting the act of repeating a more hateful past?

Who are those who are pledging support for a candidate because they feel it’s time to show sexual diversity?

Would those who admit that there is a difference between “racism” and “hate” please raise both hands?  The right one justifies latter.

Can those who voted in 2010 to give total power to one particular party please admit to it, again, on national television?  Hopefully, some knowledge has been gained after they realized things only got progressively worse for themselves.

So, repeated business failures can qualify a candidate as a successful business man?  Apparently, the Better Business Bureau has spoken , but only the taken has listened.

The only thing colorful about any candidate, is the mockery they’ve made of themselves and the supposed country they were born in.

Is it true that “The Twilight Zone” can be bought?

N. Abler

Yes, we carried them out
In stylish fashion
Dare we be seen as broken glass

Only one label sufficed
while the invisible tears demonized
Crying out steady encores

A card was like cash
Though the pin plucked the scab
Each time, the shadow grew darker

Who bestowed upon me
the gift of gab? Was it in my blood?
Can I explain even my own death?

I watch as I do
Beside myself, who or what smiles
back in the mirror?
Nothing changes even with a new light bulb

But, I know my name
And I can change
Anytime I want

How could I Love?

How could I love
When I never
Knew what it was?
I held their hands
And made demands
All just because

How could I love
When I never
Knew what it was?

Eyes and a smile
Made living all worthwhile
I gave and gave
What was it to behave?
Mama told me to save
Like voices from the grave
Now, it’s too hard to shave
Where was the rave?

What can I give
Without a will to live?