Eggs or chickens to be…

You just never know, especially, when you look at life like a farm

No matter how vigilant the farmer, you can not see everything

You think you counted each time the rooster was with the hens

You calculate the odds

You think you’ve calculated the odds

Yet as you wait

As you candle your eggs your still not sure

You wait the allotted time and harvest your eggs

See in real husbandry we don’t refrigerate the eggs

We leave on the kitchen counter

Mostly you have true eggs but every so often you find a chic (k) in you house

Would it have been better?

Would it have been better if I never met you?

Could I have experienced this love any better?

Would I have gone the distance on so many roads, if I would just said no oh so long ago.

Would it have better if I didn’t have so many visions of our future together

Would it have been better had we never been.

Missed each other in this lifetime.

We would not be stuck this way on each other.

Would it have been better if we never tied our souls together…

A message unsent

I wanted to call I wanted to text but instead I will leave this here…

I hate the hesitation I feel when I want to reach out to you

I want to feel like a blessing instead I feel like a burden

I truly do get what you’re going through

I wanted to be a friend to you but you won’t even allow me

It’s strange because when we spoke, when we were together you seem very sincere and again I know everything you have on your plate and the speculated to a few things that you have not been so forthcoming about

But either way I don’t like that I’m hesitant to reach out to you it’s a shame you don’t respond

Only a moment of your time

Expired love

You ever want to take back the love you have given like a coupon you choose not to redeem? Or, better yet it expires?

Oops, I’m sorry sir you missed expiration date, you should have read the fine print.

I guess you should not have absent-mindedly forgotten it in your wallet for so long. That promotion is now over.

Like, seriously, what gives? Don’t you wish love work that way?

Hustle and Flow

Hustle and Flow

It’s time to go.

Run there’s the train 

Forgetting to tame the mane

Oh darn hair like yarn

To busy thinking about my wake’n’bake 

Now my belly aches

No food sugar low

Just going with the flow

Now gotta hustle

Dealing with the bustle of city life

Day dreaming about green acres.

Missing Georgia and country roads

Stretch my toes as I wait for train

Thinking about the gambit of everyday life

Just the Hustle and Flow

That’s life.

Preternatural

“Now have look with your preternatural eyes!”

See the world that is a lie

Filled up with sell outs

Who constantly yell out

A moment of fame and seconds later we forget your name

Uppin the ante tryin to fill your fancy wantin to appear like Nancy Drew

Like you’re some sleuth. Incapable of detecting let alone catching a crook

Time to take a second look in the mirror.

Hate to scare ya.

Discerning truth from lie.

Angel from demon.

Peaking through the curtain.

No more blinders to easy to find ya

Living your damnable lives

Poison Ivy

Sometimes life brings you flowers

Sometimes those flowers have mites

Small parasites invisible to your eyes

Blinded by the colors and the scents

A deep smell into the bouquet lets the buggers in

Slowly they widdle into your skin trying so hard to get in

Naive to the dangers all you can see is pretty 

Not the sickness with in. 

 

Gabrielle

rabbit

Constantly moving

Trying to stay on the ground

Quick steps

Bad bets

Lots of upsets

What’s up next?

A different flow

Time to go

Quick Steps

Constantly moving

Must keep grooving

Keeping faith

Giving chase

Looking for a dream that’s not to obscene.

A Blessed life thanking Jeshua twice a third for good measure

Never to sever the line to heaven

Climbing like Jacob…

The joke’s on …

Why so serious asked the clown? 

No need to be down just cus’ the world is lettin you down.

Put a smile on your face that can’t be erased.

Don’t let the man build his case.

Put you in the penitentiary where you’ll leave no trace.

Don’t you get it?It’s the ploy. Knockin’ down doors.

Coming to explore. Invading your space, making up a bogus state.

Scaring the people to give in when their the ones guilty of sin.

Cagin’ us in. Tryin’ to win . This is life not a game throwing dice.

Don’t you see how much trouble we in?

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