Dead Ends

The rubber met the road. The pedal hit the metal.
Raindrops filled the kettle. The explorer did not settle.
The peasant earns Shekels. Many faces wear frowns.
Some attendees heckled. The rubber met the road.
The host ended the show. Robots speak morse code.
Frogs claim to be toads. The snakes in the grass
slither fast as the blades cut and the blinds shut.
In life, follow your sight and do what is right.
Trust your gut. Pretend that you did not just hit
a dead end. Go spend time before time spends
you. It is time to lose the shoes and move out
of the way of the kicking boot. I mean, shoot.
Time to turn around. We are not quite ready
to sing the blues, read the news, or face
the fact that we must pay off our debt.
Just turn around and you will be free: set.









Yikes

Pick up the phone. Open Facebook. Yikes.
Face palm. Like, SMH. It’s alright to not
complain. Try to talk to someone with
a brain in their head without a phone
in their hand. Change of plans. Relax
your hands. Now, open Twitter. Yikes.
Nothing but litter. Open Instagram. Yikes.
Robots disguised as humans. Souls traded
for likes. Yikes. The internet can’t
be real because it doesn’t think or feel.
Yet, people that use it do, but they forget
what’s really real. What’s the big deal?
These words are real. They will live on
long after I’m gone. Pick up the phone.
Yikes. Put it down before you drown.


Beam Me Up, Scotty

The humans have figured me out;
they know about my earthly mission.
Scotty, bleep bloopy. Bloopy bop. Bleep.
Only you will know what that means.
Anyway, the humans will try to keep
me here. So, I need you to beam me up,
Scotty. It’s different here. People hurt
others for being different: alien. Sure,
some don’t wear disguises, but most
hide behind a face that will change.
Before most sunrises, humans dream
of being part of the winning team.
There are too many surprises. Beam
me up. I can’t live in this human
body. Send the mothership, Scotty.

The Shape Shifter

It can change its face.
It can take your place.
It can shift its shape.
It can live inside us all.
It can burn all the love
you have left. It can hurt
the soul. It can pull you
more than you know.
It can grow fast. It can
control your thoughts.
It can tell you to be
someone new. It can look
like me or you. It can start
there and come here. Don’t
be fooled. The evil lurking
around can shape shift.
It can take you away
from yourself. Don’t let it.
Don’t run. Face your fear
and look in the mirror.
Don’t disappear. Combat
the evil with peace, love.
Allow the light to guide you
to a feeling you once knew.

The Missing Element

Rain falls in hope to feel humans

But humans remain immune to nature

Cries heard to wake the sun up from rest

Expecting warmth to show itself

While snowflakes fall unnoticed

Cursing the land for behaving normal

While we stomp its dirt

The trees breathe while rivers speak

To those who choose to listen

This paper is scarred by ink

Dipped by the company rooted in consumption

And rain falls when we least expect

While those under dry roofs

Don’t know what it’s like to be wet.