Humanity Observed

A cool breeze gasps for breath

The heir is unforgiving

The offspring demands the spring off

Palms open for the life he’s meant to be living.

A cool fool gets hot around the collar…

Why bother, why author

Why script wisdom into his path

With all pearls before swine- humanity will not last.


Hope shall always remain.

Love belief in action…

Saved by grace through faith.


~The Wordsmith


Why Come It Is

Why come it is that soon as the sun comes out, the clouds want to rain?

That as soon as stability is attained, then the ground wants to quake?

Why come it is that a beautiful maiden never wants your heart until it’s off the market?

… Why is it that all exercises in being one’s self in pursuit of being a dynamic duo leave you as a solo vigilante, but then when you become the Batman all them other women feel like robbin… They try and return to steal that which was freely offered to them in the first place.  Makes no sense.  It’s a nuisance not worthy of recompense, but a deadly snare needing to be exposed and bankrupted.  A blood rush returning to a closed vein can only end in a rupture… It’s a sad day to see the thirsty hounds return to the cup that someone more worthy now drinks from.  In all honesty- that veiled misery is amusing.  A little more than a civilian, but considerably less than royalty, this court jester was once poised to be queen but rejected the king and violated brand loyalty.  There is only one brand of loyalty in the royal courts, and that is belief.  Belief in one another and belief in the unseen, and since in the days past in your eyes I was unseen, now from my throne the only part of you worthy to look at me- is the top of your weave…

Why come it is that some of the greatest beauty is only skin deep?

That the lovelies whose potential you can perceive oftentimes CAN’T see?

Why come it is that the first love cannot be the only love…

… Why is it that a heartful of such potent emotion soaked in an ocean of coast to coast hoping can rope in some bull?  How can such certainty in the wisdom of the choice frame you, leaving you depicted as a fool?  Not cool.  Although at the time it was hot- feelings of warmth from the bridge of your nose to tips of your socks, every heartbeat the fervent tap of your one love’s knock knock, and you let them in, and then it STOPS.  The choreography was clearly laid out waitin for the beat to drop, pow goes your sniper shot of “ouch,” and when the beat knocked you knocked me to the ground and dougie’d your way out through a hole in the sound… That one love was supposed to be Beethoven’s unbroken melody, but it was a rough stone who left the heart with more jagged edges than a porcupine on its belly…

Why come it is that love is so simple, yet difficult?

That selflessness is a lesson desired by most, but that most refuse to know?

Why come it is that despite all of our folly, the Good Lord loves us so…?


~The Wordsmith



Where do dreams unrealized go, I often wonder…

What happens to thejoy that is swuelched by overwhelming dpression..

What kind of Heaven could there be that smiles at those in Hell, and

Loves people all through the before-life telling them that you wish them well..?

Where do the good thoughts go- the pure ones?

When you lust in you mind wherefore falls the righteousness of intellect that was displaced?

Strike a key on a guitar string, and pluck piano keys..

Changing the name of something doesn’t necessarily change it’s purpose… or does it?

Do you covet, or want it, or do you self-forbid

Because you’re afraid of some dark and mystical sin…

You might be correct.

Take it away from me…

Lock it up with my destiny…

This ability to see willingly the outcome of persevering, and foretasting teh sweetness of winning…

I don’t want it- not while I yet suffer.

What used to be my comforter is now strangling me beneath the covers.


~The Wordsmith


Why is it that when life is coming at you like a rocket in reverse, that we let our lives reverse and make a beeline for death?  What part of the game is that?  What part of authentic strength opts for weakness when it’s optics have proved weaker?

Depression is a beast.

But today I reconciled with a remedy, by forging a treaty with an old enemy… Instead of allowing depression to embrace me, I will take the assortment of emotion that is plaguing, and use it as payment for anger.  Don’t get depressed- get angry.  At least under the mantle of anger there is a form of power and efficacy, no more weakness effin with me, it’s a delicacy to taste the fruits of progression when all my trees are rewinding me…

Anger is a temporary, almost universal solvent.

Absolute anger corrodes absolutely, and partial anger unveils the ab tight need for love and clarity of direction.  I have a suspicion that anger was designed to battle preventable injustice, and came with a kill switch, because there’s a sweet delight in killin, and love is the remedy and the cure to heal the upheaval that anger can cause… Now I’m preaching to myself.  I guess I’m the choir.  But then again I suppose I wouldn’t be giving advice to you birds if I wasn’t seeking some way to fly even higher…


Ending on a single high note like an opera, I hope you hop and er uh, take it to heart and then uh, make a change in your life… and write me about it.


Not the dream of it- the practice.


~The Wordsmith

Questions Only

How are you?
How does it look like?
What’s YOUR problem?
Why you comin at me like that?
What did I do?
Did I say you did something?
What’s with the hostility?
Oh so now I’m being HOSTILE?
Do you not sense the irony?
What’s that supposed to be- a semantics game?
Why are you so easily offended?
Why is your hairline receding?
Why such a low blow?
Why not?
Where did you come from?
Do you want a biology lesson?
You don’t have many friends do you?
Is it that obvious?
Would you believe a resounding YES?
Why are you attacking me?
Why are you such a punk?
Why is your skin splotchy?
Why must you insult me?
Why must you insult your daddy by comin out wit yo ugly mama’s face?

**knocks him out**
Didn’t see that one coming did you?

~The Wordsmith