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What it’s worth

What’s it worth to me

life on my terms 
To shape self
 into one of the loved
See the sun in the eyes of the one
Who sees same in me
Mistakes to be had
to conquer 
Know I am enough
to me
I see
the sun inside
projecting lessons of love 
I take flight to a place
that changes in time 
It will define 
all that hinders me 
to be 
me or we
What’s it worth to you
to make do
or follow your own light
Achieve an us 
that is wanted mutually 
This breath is everything needed 
to become what is worth it all



“Who do people open up to, if not on paper?”

I don’t think there’s anyone in my world

ready to hear my thoughts.


I want a response that I can’t get from pages.

Shock reaction.

It’s the crazy, I think.

I knew that some would be affected.

I’ve been told my words can be knife like.

I choose my words carefully.

So the knives they feel are intentional.

I’ve been told my words are life like,


These are my intentions as well.

I take joy in knowing I have a way with words.

In my mind, anyway..

I’m changing everyone’s life.

The Painter

All Black everything.
He didn’t want color in his world
He didn’t want to see
The beauty
of the Yellow sun
Red leaves
Blue water from the ocean

All Black everything.
His mind turned Black
Like the black bag that holds the bottle
Nobody can see what’s inside
But they all know
What he’s carrying

All Black everything
His world turned Black
He couldn’t find his way
Through the darkness created
By the black bag
We all knew he carried

Walking through a sea of color and light
Not realizing
His Blues are his own color of Red.
His love was the color Purple
The hues of the blues
in clouds
that she was carried on
to him and his world of Black.

Now he sees
The trees
honey on the wings of bees
He sees
The white
dust that flows through the light
Painting his world
the colors he creates.