Saturday, September 12, 2020
Here I am floating beside Mt. Bliss.
Blowing it a kiss.
Somewhere within lives my father.
Who I dearly miss.
Since his departure I’ve progressed.
Much further in this process.
Failing up a jungle of success.
Learning the trials of life’s stress.
Churning lemons into my pitcher—blessed.
Now experiencing the movie—so I confess.
By example I’ll become.
Beside leaders treating us dumb.
Through fear though we’re here.
Hanging by my negro hair.
Growing it stronger through waters I’m near.
Running harder I was meant to breathe fear.
With politics aside we are one.
Configuring through bliss upon a star we shun.
What more can be done?
Teach the roots of a gone man’s son?
How he stares beside the brightest for fun?
At midnight it creeps.
Creatively writing in peace.
Floating through ages—no time.
Writing many pages—some rhyme.