Niece (about my 3yr old niece Haven <3)
ten fingers and ten toes of sassy
30 ilbs of sheer trouble
and mean looks
and monkey tendencies
and that. what you gone do about it, smile
hugs and spankings are her blessings and curses
and her tummy is just as big as her attitude
she is just as advanced as her language
though her slick remarks are 8 times out of ten out of context
she is the epitome of precious
dry lips and wet kisses
sticky feet
and ever developing temper tantrums
crooked smiles
and her own dances
just as small as the little things
lesson learned
live it up you’re only a child once

Write Me Speechless - One of my Poems
Take me in your hands
And hold me tightly
Place me at the top of the page
And write me speechless
Write until I am hollow inside nothing less to give
Write me lawless
On the sides of buildings like graffiti
Tattoo me across your arms
So I can penetrate your blood streams
And give you something to say
Write me to tears
Write me softly
Like kisses on the cheeks of infants
Paint me in the sky
Write me until words no longer serve a purpose
Let’s pen in hand
Cause uproar in this dying world
Write morals and values back into the hearts of man
Write me illegal
The truth has been on trial
So let’s testify
Write me as a legend
Write me free
Write me speechless
Write me immortal
Hiding our notebooks from the enemy
Lining our pockets with shreds of poetry
To feed a dying tongue
Decaying from its it previously spoken curses
Write me reality mixed with fantasy
To reach the masses
Etch my name on the crucifix
With Christ I died
Write HIM within me
So my pen is a vessel
Full of his truth
Take me in your hands
I am the pen in the fingers
Of the author of the universe
Write these verse
In unison with your heart beat
And dear father
Write me speechless
So I can rest burden free
To be filled in my dreams
So in the morning I can say
Take me in your hands
And hold me tightly
Place me at the top of the page
And write me speechless…
Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.
–Saint Augustine

