Men-Oh-Pause

Men-Oh-Pause

Hell a Clause

Saddle affection

Deceiving perception

The body transforms

The mind unfolds

Fogginess sworms

Mental roller coaster

Un purchased ticket

Luv Duv Skipping

Inner Core on Fire

Lacking Desire

Thinning Hair

Lower Abdomen Swell

Did I loose my keys?

Inner Child Screams

On and on it seems

Men-Oh-Pause

Because maybe tomorrow

The Clock Rewinds

The wrinkles fade

I’ll dye my hair

And maybe than

I’ll be the perfect Scene

Maybe

Mourning Words

Mourning Words

Sadness, depression, obsessions

Sedation, regression, never liberation

Words Can Oppress

The Spirit Impress

Into an empty address

Some people mourn daily

Not realizing, In the blink of an eye

In the breath of inspiration

With purposeful exhalation

Permeation through flesh

In the depths of a word

Submerged Mourning Words

If altered and suffocated

Transformed into Morning Words

Daily Dose

History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings

If your hands are full of hate

You can’t receive peace

If your heart is full of bitterness

You have no room for love

If your mind is full of fear

You can’t think of paths as clear

If you hang on to history’s baggage

You can’t fly into promised lands

Sometimes loosing is not a loss

If you are opening and making room

For what is yet to come