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PAIN HAIKU WE ALL HAVE DIFFERENT WOUNDS AND SCARS NOT ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN, NOT ALL CATS LIVE NINE LIVES INNOCENTLY OR NOT, PAIN SURVIVES

CASUALTY In predestined  youth I sacrificed blue skies Innocence Starry Nights For God to Bless Keen sense with endurance for pain Drinking water drowns salt grains Half-full or half-empty Stomach's empty So why bother Nostrodomas was me as a toddler Truthfully lying Confidential secretly laughing Out of unknown pity Foreshadowing Nine lives of the cat killed by pet tarantulas In the blink of my eye Which angers the dogs that can no longer torment Any of their remaining lives In predestined  youth I sacrificed starry nights With blue skies To make sense of what was to become I must survive

I SORRY I'm sorry I don't have anything to make you laugh out loud, but I have something that is very sweet that may make you smile. When I'm alone I like to read and write poetry, play basketball and the piano, sing, listen to sensual music and have stranded thoughts on life, but lately I've also been spending time with my younger cousins, their friends and my nephew. I enjoy walking with them, listening to them joke, and answering their so many questions. It's wonderful watching them play games, especially basketball because their intensity makes it seems like everygame is the last game of the championship finals. Their innocence is so adorable, I reminisce when I notice they've taken like to the other gender and act the same way I did when I was an aging toddler that couldn't stand girls. Recently, I started taking pictures! I saw three little kids(two boys, one girl) walking from Harvey's with seemingly normal bags to you and I, but huge to them for their size. The boys had to lean the bags up against their chest with both of their hands cradling the bottom of the bags, while peeping around the bags to see where they were going. Their sister, I gander, was carrying a bottle of Clorox which was half her size. They were so cute and determined to make it even though, you could see the struggle in their facial expressions. Being the heat of the day didn't make it any better neither. I took their picture hoping to capture thier determined innocence that was so wonderful about their journey. Now ain't that sweet? My question now is why do we lose this innocence when we mature? It has been said that innocence is only lost when one willfully acknowledges that it is there!

HIGH  I. Q. What is the meaning of intelligence or posessing a high I. Q. Things learned by reading books thouroughly through How fast one can learn in a moment of time Enter my mind and see what tests cannot find I can learn songs and rap without even thinking I even learn now while you are blinking Like busy bees working one huge hive Together the streets and I, through hard times we survive Making me strong of heart, will, and firm in beliefs The wonders of the streets never seem to cease Focus on the good for a minute if you would Successful people have come from the hood, I probably could So, how can a test reveal my mental strength It may not question what I know in great length Broadened horizons, reading books, I've done Still I live where there are no fields of sun It tests not how fast I can react in a real situation Your questions getting me down with real problems racing:           reality, burdens, and streets I'm facing You say I'm dumb because I failed Algebra II I never thought about geometry but I challenge you I may not pass the tests that shows my memory for a while, whether I studied or not Does that mean that my I.Q. is the pits while yours is on top Show me your theorems, postulates, and proofs All your angles: right, acute, and obtuse Test the strengths of my mind and see their great use Show me solutions from homelessness to the fatalities written off the roof Life itself is hard, but somehow I survive with, "WHAT YOUR TEST SAY", a LOW I. Q.

HAPPY YOUTH My happy youth was filthy like blood in my spit Unsanitary sewers emptying into my living ditch In darkness, coldly I twitched, While friends were bats that hung low Scratching when I itched Still I smiled at life with a knuckled up fist An innocent youth going through a fit Violence begets violence Ignorance for bliss Hides bright common sense With a murky conscience Does my joy come in the morning If God hasn't granted me patience? My mind, body, and soul needs rest! CONFESSION OF A SINNER Sincerely Lord, Though I walk in darkness, nocturnal to the night, please hold my soul as bats take flight. I've done so much, yet so little. Always coming and going, I may be stuck in the middle. I've wronged you so often when I fell short in sin, thank you for still being my friend. To sleep where I have slept! How? The ways that I have slept! Vulnerability, pain, suffering....yet, something, somehow I knew I was kept. It was your precious blood that kept me warm. Safe from harm when I had sight but did not see. Doing what I've done seemed necessary for glory. Popularity! I am here because of you. Your love never left, step-by-step, though in sin I crept. Temporary fulfilling sins leaving me lost more than ever before. Lust, vanity, greed cost me time I maybe can't afford. Secrecy held between me and you. Repenting only to sin again....is my time due? Our relationship the world can't see. Honestly true to you! Who knows my heart and error of my ways. Trying to become better during the passing days. Blessings appreciated daily, even though it doesn't seem so publicly. Up against the rail, still I try even though I fail. Am I just another sinner afraid of hell? I am not perfect as many have and can still see. Eventually it's you I want to meet. You said you'd never put more on me than I can bear, but there's too much pain to bear down here. I've been hurt so long, my soul refuses to shed another tear. Hopefully, I'll see you if I get there? A~M~E~N

REACHING OUT Are you the one I can call at two or three a.m. When I can't sleep I really don't have much to talk about Because I can't quite figure out What's going through my mind While I'm lying here Wide awake Restlessly thinking