BOOK

My heart is unread,



a book never opened


Pages never thumbed through by a passer by,


left on the shelf, dusty


Pushed back and uncatagorized


never to be found.......

Something on Christmas

Something more beautiful

On this Christmas Eve

More sweet than words

Presents, snow, cakes, and candies

Something more lovely

On this Christmas Day

More than smiles and bright eyes

Children with Christmas paper

Something more extravagant

On this blessed Advent night

More than offerings and prayers

Songs of praise and cheer

Something more common

On this glorious day

More ordinary than child’s cry

Common and holy as” family”

The Night Before Christmas…..

It was yo ho ho and all that Christmas junk
When all of a sudden I heard a big Clunk
So I pulled up my britches just to take a small peek
Why people bugging me when I am takin a leek.

Now all week I'd noticed some homeys around
casing my crib and acting the clown.
Now clowns are ok, but yet a bit scary
But this is, the season of elf’s and sugar plum fairies.

So, I went for the gun and didn't bother the "Mrs."
Cause I was coming back, for some more hug’s and kisses
Whatever this was and I hope it was nothing
Better be carolers, reindeer, or something.

I opened the door and I opened it fast
Hoping this intrusion would just soon be past.
The night air was cold, dark, and so snowy.
And when I looked at the roof, it was all bright and glowy.

I went farther out to get the bigger view
And what I saw next, I could tell only a few
This little white man in silk pajama britches
Was up on my roof with sleigh, deer, and hitches

Now round where I'm from, I ain't never seen
A white man in red, on a cold Christmas eve
I seen one on the street with can full of beer
But On my roof !With eight tiny reindeer?

Things like this just don't happen, in the hood where I live.
And I  haven't seen that elf, since I was a kid.
He said from his sleigh that I should not fear
It was Christmas Eve, and he was spreading some cheer.

Well all that is good in some other town
But he should be scared, all dressed like a clown
Up on my roof in a bad hood like mine
Singing and ringing like a bell in its prime

But being the neighbor and good man I am
I'd help this little elf or my name it ain't Sam
So , I cocked the gun so all those could hear
No one would end ,this night of good cheer.

And as he was finished and about to go on
I ask who he was and what took him so long
To pull out the toys from the pouch like you see
Santa he said the one and only "O.G"(original gangster)

WROTE THIS SOME TIME AGO ....lol.....meant in good spirit.....Take it for what it is....just meant to be a little funny...and that is probably all it is..." A little funnny...  :)  

My Best

The clear blue sky
Out came the news
That random thought
With different views

So unique I saw
This idea so queer
Not like anything
I used to fear

Not so odd now
Was the reasoned drop
That fell through , in
Then restfully did stop

Beyond all that was
Or supposed to be
Without the clouds
I clearly see

A stronger purpose
More resolved request
Let go of the past
Steadfast become my best 

Bound

It is the beauty of reflective thought

That we are amazed at all we are taught

From before the first breath, or eyes opened bright

We are who we are before mothers first sight

In transforming images through times open gate

Till in our last and wonderful sigh,assured of our fate

It is in the simple that make the complex rare

The peddle of a flower, or a curious stare

Are we not meant to explore all that is before

To go through the gates, unlocking the door

To what end are we affixed in all that is made

Why do we hesitate toward  what are we afraid

How can there be folly in the pursuit of the true

Why to the rush away,so the finders are few

In only one conclusion can an answer be found

An aversion to freedom that keeps our mind bound