• This Would Be In Character…If Edgar Allen Poe Wrote It.


    The not-so nursery rhyme everyone was expecting of me. Maybe I should go to Baltimore and put this on his tombstone. Funnily enough, his moment of death was two days ago (at the time of me writing this).


    The Tale Of Deborah Downs

    Deborah Downs is a girl who failed to make her mama all too proud

    Mrs.Downs didn’t make a sound

    Mr.Downs couldn’t even bother to just be around

    That’s just how life goes for Deborah Downs

    Word around town is that Deborah makes babies frown

    Since she put her own mother in the ground

    Word around town is that Deborah made the horses leap from the Merry-go-round

    As soon as she rode it, the ride broke down

    Word around town is that Deborah makes all the priests repent and bow down

    As if satan himself gave her the thorny crown

    One day, Deborah became tired of being put in the dog pound

    She was not of her name, sick of the put-downs

    So she decided she would put herself down

    Her tomb reads:

    “Here Lies Deborah Downs, Even God Can Be A Clown.”

    This was the tale of Deborah Downs


    It just sneaks up on me. A itch I just can’t scratch. Until I scratch the paper (or keyboard).

    Written on October 9th, 2024

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  • Post-Valentine’s Day Affair


    On my calendar at work I have “The Month of Love written over top of February. Gosh, it has been eight months since I have been writing poetry! Can’t believe it myself. I wrote this poem back in August, when I was in love with someone I shouldn’t have been. Looking back at this, I have come a long way. To all the babes out there who are searching for love in the wrong places, this is for you. Love and kisses and go with God!

    𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨


    Young Lover:

    As I walk these lonely streets

    My heart comes to me:

    Young lover, why do you cry the songs of Angels?

    Why do seek God, but roll around with devils?

    Why do you make life harder than what it hast to be?

    What be the picture show in the high-rise above

    A couple consummating their love

    I can remember those days, kind of

    Rolling around butt naked in bliss

    With doors shut, and his sweat hits both of my lips

    Then as soon as reality rears its head, I’m disposed and dismissed

    So maybe I can’t remember those days

    The consummation yes, but not the love

    My heart comes to me again:

    Young lover, why do you even try?

    Why can’t you see he is a bad guy?

    Why don’t you just say goodbye?

    What be the next movie I will see

    A family eating dinner

    I bet its tacos, kids love tacos

    I don’t eat them, but he loves them

    He eats me like a taco, loves my taco, but doesn’t love me

    If he would let me be his one, I would make them for him all the time

    I would make them for his son, which would be my son

    I would make them for our daughter, she would be just like him!

    If he would simply just love me…then we would live the American Dream!

    Just like the family, maybe then, my tears wouldn’t stream

    My heart comes to me again:

    Young lover, why don’t have patience?

    Why can you, for now, be complacent?

    Why don’t you let Him bring you a Man, with true commitment?

    Part Three, the finale:

    An argument between man and woman, the woman holding a baby

    Adam and Eve, with Eve holding Cain

    He tells me this how his and hers fights go

    How they don’t get along, how they ended it before it got worse

    How he tells me they’re from two different worlds

    As this is relayed to me, all I can think is:

    I wish it were me. I wish I was her, his One True Love

    As she is in his phone

    I wouldn’t argue with him

    If I was his One, I would be his peace not his strife

    But I am number Two, only an afterthought

    When they fall out, here I am, to be his peace when Its convenient 

    My heart comes to me again:

    Young lover, why must you do this?

    Why can’t you leave them be?

    Why you must be so desperate for love, that you accept abuse?

    Then, all the blinds shut in the building, and out the front door, God stepped to me,

    And he said:

    Young lover, why ignore your heart?

    For you are ignoring me!

    The only love you deserve is from the Divine!

    Which comes from me, because you are my precious daughter!

    You will have a righteous man, who loves you as I love you!

    Who loves you the same as how my Son loved the church!

    Stop throwing yourself to the wolves, who hide behind wool!

    Seek love with in yourself, and your soul will glow!

    And that righteous man will be guided to you!

    Be patient, as it is a womanly virtue!

    All good things meant for you, I will bring!

    And God departed, and I hugged my heart!

    Because his spirit is with me,

    For he always makes a crooked path straight

    My soulmate will come, just you wait!

    August 10th, 2023

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