Bob Schoenbeck died
thirty years
after he took his last drink.

I never really considered alcoholism
until I realized
I couldn't get through my day
without a bottle,
at least not the stressful ones.

And I guess it doesn't matter
what we say to our therapists and friends.
The only important thing
is our perception, right?

And so I guess I'll have another.
Whatever.
I guess this
is where the long train ends.

They brought their cross to us
we carried it,
The white cross
replaced by the dying black cross
long buried in the cemetery of memory
This cumbersome cross
attached to the black neck

My mouth must not eat rotten yam
Blame me not either
A dance with the legacy of my father’s
The Amadioha of Ndi Igbo, the Sango of the Yoruba’s
a symbol of tourism long stolen
what story for the generation unborn
what will they see

Cascading water, escaping it's frozen jail,
dancing over rocks, it anxiously fell,
glacier water escaping it's genesis years,
bouncing over rocks, falling like tears,
it jigged and it jogged,
tangoing over fallen logs,
a tangled foot began to slip,
it suddenly lost it's grip,
I fall, fall, into the falls,
I fall, heeding their call,
I fall for it's charms,
falling into it's arms,
I fall, feeling their force,
I fall, following their course,
as it enfolded me,

I’ve touched success root.
Everyone’s desire is wealth ,
But never under estimate health..
For happiness is what we seek,
Perhaps deep in a dream I was.

Dream seems to be just,
But disappear like dust.
Everyone is a dreamer,
Only some reveals like drama.
In silent my bed talks ,
And in private my pillow interpret.
For I am still listening,
Until my dream comes true.

All the world's A stage
As we rage and disengage
World is more a cage

I am unique you know!
Light and darkness is of great importance
Without hydroquinone, the morning dew
How can the charcoal turns light headed
Or disguise in another face unknown
Oh! Mothers tongue long aborted
The straw we all emanate from
Search for the black goat while the sun smiles.

What do we really like well let's think?
We can jot our thoughts finely pointed Ink.
Such curiosity something.more to think
I am an Apple computer link
clicking everything in seconds to blink

We are savvy writers a snack of words
We peck nestful of Robin birds
The love seed's the finer things
What we like everything becomes a need
Like your taste of mink indeed
So stirring eyes of wine
Like two drinkers wink
Are our hearts racing your car hums?

Dawning village view
Landscape lush with morning dew
Birds trilling anew

The seamless seed of beatitude is love,
helplessly for its lushness we all crave.
Love genuine , breeds, nurtures peace;
erects a podium for elegance.

Hate, strife, could be carried in a gurney,
through a long, doomed and return less journey,
into a dark lonely ignoble hearse,
with a great unstoppable speed and ease .

If love across the universe is strewn,
until true blissfulness on earth is known
and everyone of us croons with one voice
from our hearts, harmonious songs of peace.

This was a fuel like no other
"Dynasty"
A feather love me down hard work of
"Gifts of Mastery"
Robin Renewal smiles came about
The ambiance so much potential
So loving and substantial
Her Eightfold path of wisdom