Live in Poetic Entrancement

I’m not a rapper or a rhymer

I refuse to be defined except as poet

I’m a social climber, not on a timer

I’m an old timer, been through a lot

Since born

I’m a writer, half-assed extrovert, an undercover introvert

I write all day till my hands hurt

Use a keyboard and mouse to type

Send out memos to me and everyone else,

Letters, reminders,

So busy I go crazy

Live in a bluesday concert of my making

Try to avoid being hurt is like trying to avoid living

I indulge in frozen fruit parfait I make

Grab it!   Life’s for the taking do our best to make it matter. 

Proclaim! … Black Lives Matter!

I cry for lost dreams. Houses made of stone and glass, all wood inside the fame and fortune never gained, the way my heart has been maimed, my life tamed and bought at the corner store. Dreams estranged ~ caught up in the buzz of busy bees living day to day in a maze on a pension fund money I earned, not charity, driving safe in the slow zone. No airs or golden chalices standardized morphing of reality leave me to blaze on a hot day with no underwear. I fear the living dead. Live in my head less than half of it never comes to be because I am alone, lost on a phone yet I want to be like Annie Malone and be me. I want to be her, still, I see neither is he.

Change your tone; don't use your phone while we're having this conversation.

I want to be Annie Malone – the first Black woman in the US to take the world by storm.

Found her accidentally on the net while searching for my old colleague Annie Malone.

Blown away in awe, – Annie Malone was ahead of her time, born August 9, 1869 – A chime went off in my head to read…

American businesswoman, inventor, and philanthropist, Annie Malone came from a simple life. Annie manufactured products revolutionizing hair care for Black women. That’s my goal – be a hero, a superwoman, a spokeswoman, for groups who appreciate a different kind of Annie Malone, a noblewoman, a strong secure woman, a give society-her due woman instead of suffering anxiety,

Gavin’s notoriety or mine. How much sobriety do you need to see the vitality? Like royalty live by the misconception that insanity is the rule of the day. People say they want different, yet prefer compliance, ignore morality impiously siding with the majority, and fear authority. Standing in a minority is gaining seniority. Gives me hope that one day we’ll be a supermajority and redevelop the meaning of authority. The Cherokees are the original owners yet were thrown away for currency.

Finally, accept this is life and I’d rather do this than push up daisies

Keep all kinds of lists because the To Do’s persist

in running my existence while I attempt to stay cool ~be a shamanist

Get more abstractionist as I age, when I was younger, psychiatrists said I was too literal

Couldn’t see me being lyrical

I preach everyone’s crazy only some of us don’t recognize how crazy we have become to survive.

DO YOU REALLY THINK I’M CRAZY?

The electromagnet sitting on the fridge makes me bigger

Carrot juice makes me stronger

Zinfandel makes me grow longer

Broccoli to make muscle mass leaner

I've grown two inches taller since you last saw me

Did I mention ginger burns fat?

I'm 20 pounds thinner in only 2 months.

Ginkgo biloba makes me smarter

All other species of Ginkgophyta extinct

Gingo biloba only one left

Use many herbs to cure my numerous ills

Quicker ills pop up faster they disintegrate

Garlic cures infections inside and out

I'm superwoman, you're a has been

No justice at all.

Need rulers to tell us what to do

Followers need leaders

Like Peter Pan and Benjamin Button

we never grow older

Like Benjamin Button,

every day  grow younger

Soon we won't exist at all

No need to hire anyone for work

Do everything ourselves

Super powers in our brain.

Self-sufficient towers

Of humanity

We"ll be better every day.

Poor, downtrodden humans will survive
Hopefully we get what we deserve

Do You Think I’m Paranoid?

My water tastes funny

I think they put hallucinogens in there

Who is they, I wonder in prayer

Could be anybody out there, anybody, anywhere

Put a little drugs in water, a little in my tea

I feel funny, like life is a dream, I don’t feel real;

I feel like a puppet swaying in the wind

Doing what I’m supposed to

I don’t know what to do

We know who or why they are who is they

Can do what they want to

Dew drops fall on my head I heard them and they go where they want to too

I don’t know what I mean

Put a little love in my heart

I’m afraid the world’s not just about art

I’m afraid because Edward Snowden said it’s so

They can do what they want to you and me though

Cause we’re nobodys just losers on the highway to nowhere,

a road so obliterated by time I can stop on a dime

There’s a reason to rhyme, it’s a paradigm

Plus it’s so sublime

Stop and suck on some key lime pie – don’t let this line of thought be new show time in your heart

They’re going nowhere too & it’s a different nowhere, 

somewhere other than where we are, or

where we want to be