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He’s turned this nation upside down
He’s laughing, while we’re crying
He gets exactly what he wants
Thru cheating and by lying.

Every rule and every oath
Has been broken into pieces
He doesn’t care what you think
Just listen to his speeches.

Callous, cold and ignorant
All honor been lost
He doesn’t care if it’s fair
Or what it’s going to cost.

Divisive and corrosive
He is tearing us apart
Inciting hate and violence
Had his way right from the start.

Don’t know where this is going
I’m feeling terrified
No regard for what we want
All I can do is cry.

Protests and public outcry
Seems to fall upon deaf ears
How did all this happen?
How did we end up here?

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Summers spent along the creek
We’d run down the sandy path
Heading to the waters’s edge
Where we kept our homemade rafts.

Two inner tubes tied together
Made quite a sturdy boat
As long as there were no holes made
We would stay afloat.

The water cold, the current swift
It would carry us for miles
The look upon our faces
Brings back a pleasant smile.

Catfish, turtles, snakes and frogs
We all shared the summer’s pleasures
Who knew those days would prove to be
A life memory to treasure.

At night we sat around the fire
Telling spooky stories
Toasting marshmallows on a stick
Some frightening, some gory

In the morning, up at dawn
I could hear the bacon frying
The smell of breakfast fills the air
Our towels on the line still drying.

Climbing down the wooden ladder
From our treehouse made of scraps
Sitting round the table
My baby brother in mama’s lap.

Trips to Europe, expensive vacations
Nothing ever topped those days
Summers spent at the water’s edge
In the heat of the summer haze.

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Shameful secrets, hurtful words
Spoken unmercifully in your mind
Memories that are haunting you
Those times you crossed the line.

Foolishly you made mistakes
You gave away too much
So trusting and so innocent
You trembled with each touch.

Looking back you bow your head
Wishing you could wipe away
The many things that you did
You regret those foolish days.

You try your best to bury all
The hurt and humiliation
But, the regret and guilt persists
And the naked degradation.

Past mistakes, guilty pleasure
Will you ever be set free?
What can you do to stop the noise?
To block the memories?

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Put down your shield and armor
Close your eyes and say, “Good Night”
You’ve fought your share of battles
You’ve been a brave and noble knight.

You shouldn’t have to try so hard
To defend your family
To stand up for what is right
For freedom and dignity.

Slavery was abolished
So many years ago
Yet your life’s being threatened
Be careful where you go.

Shots fired in your direction
Run and don’t look back
Young men are being murdered
Just for being….being black.

“Stop right there, put your hands up
Get your hands out of your pockets
Get down on the ground, don’t make a sound”
There’s no way you can try and stop it.

Everyone that passes by,
Or looks out of their window
Is taking out their cell phones
Trying to get this tapped on video.

Scared to death, you don’t dare move
You don’t know what to do
One false move, may be your last
It will be the end of you.

The pavement is too hot for me
I don’t want to go outside
The atmosphere is stifling
It’s enough to make me cry.

There’s no breeze to bring me comfort
There’s no shade to shelter me
I’m vulnerable, unprotected
It’s not the way that things should be.

I’m waiting for the forecast
For the wind to soon pick up
For the clouds to cover up the sun
Hoping it will be enough.

Praying for the rain to fall
To fill the ponds and streams
To cool me down , to soak the ground
To pacify my dreams.

I feel myself shriveling
As my thoughts drift away
My nerves so frail and brittle
They have started to decay.

As I look out from my window
My vision soon obscured
By the shower that engulfs us
Such a long, awaited cure.

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You don’t have a million dollars
Or a brand new, red Jaquar
You’re not going to be on TV
You’ll never be a movie star.

You’ll never be a model
Don’t wear extra small or a size three.
But you are oh so beautiful
So beautiful to me.

You are there when I’m in trouble
Feeling down or out of sorts
When it comes to compassion
You will never come up short.

The perfect friend and confidant
You’re the one that I turn to
Couldn’t find a better companion
I’m so glad that I found you.

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Don’t stand so close to me
Don’t whisper in my ear
Don’t put your hands on me
Then up and disappear.

Don’t tell me that you love me
Your words are meaningless
Don’t put your arms around me
Don’t lean in to steal a kiss.

I know where this is going
I know it won’t end well
There’s no way you can be trusted
You will always kiss and tell.

You reach out to hold me
Then I push you away
Though I’ll always love you
I don’t believe a word you say.

Slow dancing to the music
The wine is being poured
If I’m not real careful
I could easily be lured.

But, I think I’ve learned my lesson
I am so…. so on to you
You are quite the circus charmer
But, not a word you say is true.

Please leave me with my memories
Of the days I spent with you
You were everything I dreamed of
Made my fantasies come true.

When I realized that you lied to me
There was so much I didn’t know
But I knew that it was over
It was time to let you go.

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I walk around in circles
Not sure…what’s up or down
Confused, not motivated
My mojo can’t be found.

It’s been suppressed, it’s hidden
Left somewhere in my yard
I try to “make do” without it
But afraid it’s just too hard.

Too hard to get up and out of bed
Comb my hair and wash my face
Put on my trousers and my t-shirt
I feel like such a waste.

I’m totally unproductive
All I do is play my game
Sitting home alone at night
I’m feeling so ashamed.

I wish I had a girlfriend
But I don’t have a job
No one wants to date me
I look like such a slob.

Can’t pull myself together
Need some psychotherapy
Guess I should try and contact her
So she can work on me.

I know I’m feeling sorry
Oh so sorry for myself
I know that I must reach out
Since I’m needing so much help.

I don’t want your pity
Don’t want your sympathy
Guess what I need is a friend
To spend some time with me.

It’s time to get a shovel
Start digging up the yard
I’ve got to find my mojo
Before it gets too dark.

Skipping stones across the water
Walking miles to get to town
To buy some penny candy
Piece by piece or by the pound.

Climbing up the oak tree
To sit up high upon the branches
Spending everyday we had
Taking risks and taking chances.

Walking on the railroad tracks
Across the railroad bridge
Running to the other side
That’s what we often did.

Swinging out, holding on
Dropping down into the river
The water cold, the current swift
On the bank, we’d stand and shiver.

Nothing like a summer day
Lying on the grass
Looking up at the sky above
Wanting this day to last.

Fascinated by your tattoos
All the colors and the names
Inscribed upon your body
A means to stake your claim.

What started as a lover’s heart
Your name written in ink
Once you left ….it got erased
It had to , don’t you think?

The tattoo artist with gun in hand
Projects your every dream
There it is…. permanently drawn
Drawn upon your skin.

Animals, dragons, castles and more
Your every wish is his command
When you get an inkling for more
Just go and see “The Man”.

A pricey desire or habit
Like chips … not satisfied with one
He knows that you’ll be back for more
He waits with his loaded gun.

Full back coverage or an ankle draw
You become obsessed and greedy
Looking for the perfect pic
You have now become quite needy.

A cult, a fad, a true addiction
The artful needle and the pain
You derive a simple pleasure
You go back… again and again.

A symbol of your feelings
A statement or a cause
Think about it carefully
Consider and do pause.

The ink that’s used is permanent
No second chances, once it’s drawn
No matter how hard you scrub it
It will never be all gone.

Considered a badge of honor
Like a sparkling, shiny star
An extension of you and you alone
A testament of who you are.

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Tattoo by James Richardson…. “THE MAN”.
Courtesy photo.