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 Coming Out Party

It’s time

Let the lights shine

Break out the Bacardi

All Hail the coming out party


Might not be a big thing

Why don’t you see what’s underneath

Jump up and down and sing

Why did Eve have to wear a leaf?


Times are changing

Not so much for the world

So the closets are flaming

Even children want to unfurl


Why hide so much

When all love is hearty

So much Sweetness to the touch

Time for a coming out party


Break the taboo

Was it really written in stone?

Powers that be don’t have a clue

They tap more than a telephone


Raise your voices

And take a stand

You have choices

Hold the same hand


What a treasure

Make their hearts see

Pleasure is the measure

Just join the coming out party




Real Meadowlarks

Meadowlarks 2



Fine mark for the closers

Taking and faking

Shaking for the money

They’re not making


Real meadowlarks

Hidden by the question marks

Riddled them with scathing remarks

Carried away by hellos and harks

There are the lights and darks

Masquerading through themes and parks




In need of direction

Truth isn’t what you see

It’s just a ghost

Between reality


The drug that’s green

Makes them so mean

Smiling on paper or a screen

Jealousy pops an artist spring

When they are forced to sing

Passion isn’t always in the feeling


Meadowlarks are so real

Colors of wonder you can feel

Elusive as they love

Tunes perfectly fit like a glove

Melodious treasure field troves

See how the lonely smoke their cloves



Cut my beauty sleep short

Heaven (Photo credit: irunandshoot)

From where I lay

I can hear the church bells

They let me know

It’s time to sow


The sound never changes

But the tune always does

Who pulls the strings

And makes me want to sing


What problems do I have?

Are they worth anything?

Is my soul a part of the world?

Should I help peace unfurl?


There are times I feel tired

Lo, I am most admired

Life it may not show me

Just where my position will be


But given time

I will be fine

Walk and then dare cross that fine line

Cherish the day I do sleep and

  Swim in fine red wine


Maybe then I will ring the bells

As sweetly as Heaven doth tells

Serving as that bright light

Keeping me on a path so right