I have no intention, for my words to spark an...
my only wish is to articulate in imagery...

spiritual dreamers set the imagination on fire
searching scripture for answers...

words of wisdom, words of hope
a worthy write indeed...

sitting here with my page
in the dark. of the morning night...

precious memories
oh! how they linger toughing my soul...

do you hear voices deep inside of you?
have you met God...

what is it with the waking hour?
words scampering to reach my page...

kinky dinky is about to float a new ship
in the either of my space...

sitting at the table of life
the truth of my blood; my heritage...

there be times I would like to dig up their...
the head of rotter’s row...

she guided my hand
and allowed me to touch the source of life...

my heart may not have eyes and ears
but that is where I am at...