I am dragged from a

Bottomless ocean

To cough out thick

Slime-coated grunge

And as my body is purged

From a suffocating

Ribbon of weed –

I finally –

I finally am happy



‘Neither will win’, the audience says

Now that the contest starts 

For black men move without their heads

And white without their hearts.

‘And if one shall advance’, they said,

‘So much as one short pace,

His fellowmen shall shun him then

A traitor to the race’.

‘You wooden men give up the game,

For what are all these squares 

But black and white and black again,

The pattern of your cares?’.

The chessmen quickened into life,

For love has conquered pride,

Those that were angry face to face

Are quiet side by side.


I hid in a box 

Locked myself tightly within in 

I provided no view 

But only the darkness inside it 

 I lived in the dark, I struggled to see

I looked for myself, I couldn’t find me 

And then as I gave up 

To surrender and die 

I felt a strange object 

A smooth, solid gold

I pondered, and wondered 

What is this to me?

There is a purpose 

I know this to be 

My dreams came alive 

In the blackness of night 

Coldness of  air have no reason 

To fright 

I knew right away 

I knew what this was 

I had found it 

My treasure

I had finally found me 

I had found what I needed 

I found my own key 


Battles are a part of us

They walk with us every day

Hand in hand 

I used to fear my battles 

Hiding behind corners and tears

And obsessive behavior 

Anything to avoid those battles that defeat

This morning I realized 

They are nothing to be scared of

We may fall 

We may stumble 

We may be defeated 

We may be tormented 

But we are Life!

We can get up

We can stand

We can obtain victory 

We can survive 

And just when we do

It might happen all over again 

And it will!

Because we are 


Tripping over Shadows

Dark shadows raise their head 

Creeping out of the wooden beams of my fragile existence 

Taking a few steps into the sun, I trip over those shadows that have devoured me in my past 

Reducing me to a shell of empty space and a universe of internal strife 

Mixed messages emanate from my being as I fight a battle and yet submit on the very next breath

Black shadows go away! Dark shadows, if you please, No, rather, evil shadows, I demand (!) let me be!