Fancy
Do I fancy myself a writer?
Well, yes. Yes I do.
Poem
The Giant
More than merely
Dogmatic confusion
To me you are real
I Ain’t Mad At Ya!
You did me real bad
Got me oh…so sad
With heart in hand
I stand…
Ellipses…
Precious memories marred
Soul deeply scarred
My Lyric
With flow and sway You have sashayed your way Into my heart
Art and Me
What is art? Can it really be defined. What is creativity? Have you ever thought on this? Everyone has a different perception of what art is. What’s yours?
Words
“Words” is our tandem topic for today. Words have power. Watch how you use them.
Through the Looking Glass
The answer rang clear
You’re more than you think
More than just a figment of My imagination
She Gave Me
A home filled with bodies
Generations three
You fed us
Chastised us
Laughed with glee
On hands and knees
The floors you cleaned
These thoughts are in my memory
Game On!
Standing here
Staring you dead-on
I can do this
I am ready