Tommy Two-Face

Tommy has two faces.
He wears them both
proudly. He walks around
to a sound: yet to be found.

Tommy has seen a lot.
A specific place will dictate
Tommy’s telling face.

When Tommy Two-Face
looks in the mirror,
he sees a reflection
of a boy stuck
between good and evil,
happy and sad, nice
and mean. Tommy isn’t
sure if others know
about his two faces
that cover all bases.

No matter the direction
Tommy will face,
he will always find
his happy place.

Regardless of Tommy’s
dark space, he chooses
to wear the better face.

Don’t Grow Up

Be a kid for as long
as you can. Don’t grow up.
Be a kid; dream big dreams.
Some say, “don’t kid yourself”
Some are not kids themselves.
Tell me – you won’t grow up.
Be a kid. Be a squid. Be a lid.
Be anything you want to be
before life really begins.
Be an actor – a ballplayer.
Be an astronaut -a farmer.
Be a president – a politician.
Be what you want to be.
Be free, and don’t grow up
because having youth
beats being a grown-up.
Be anything you want to be:
a person your kid self
would be excited to meet.

What’s the Point?

Can someone explain
the point of this?
I’m curious. I don’t
mean to be rude.
I cannot be
the only one here
asking the same
question. Can you
point out the point
of this? Tell me
why we are here.
I’m sincere. I start
to think; I figure
out the point
of this. The point
of this is whatever
I wish it to be.

Broken Home

Those who come from
broken homes know
they have hands
stronger than stone.
Some don’t know
about the broken
home. Those familiar
with functional families
are all too lucky. Only
some know about it –
the pain of picking
up pieces, putting
them all together,
and hoping they fit.
Those used to
being used have it
tough. Either way,
the broken home
can help others
build their own:
the way they want.
The thing about
a broken home
is that it can be
fixed. When love
is missed, fix
the home, I insist.

Around the Block

I’ve been around the block
to take walks or kick rocks.
I’ve seen the block get hot.
I’ve been there when it’s not.
My people have been around
the block and are down
to work around the clock.
This block has four sides
and I’ve seen each one.
I know everyone here. I do.
When people see me,
it isn’t anything new. It’s true.
See, I know this block well.
Each person here has a story
to tell, some about their block
and some about their cell.
I’ve been around the block
and others like me have, too.
This life is nothing new.
If I can’t be found, look around
the block: where I tend to walk.