She Left On the Five O’clock Train.

She didn’t even tell me why. Was I to blame? Had I missed a sign As I played the game? Had she bluffed her way away from me? Or was I really the loser if this is a game. I could have sworn I had done my part. But then again, had I done enough?… Continue reading She Left On the Five O’clock Train.

The Gallows.

There I stood with my headphones over my ears, hoping the lord music would down our the sound of the shot, as well as the crowd that had gathered to watch. One would think I was being awarded, the way everyone was fussing. It was a sunny day. Birds were singing in the trees. But… Continue reading The Gallows.

Fall In

The time is here. The time is now. The time has come for us to. Leave everything that we are do. Ing. And saying. And listening to. For us to. Abandon. Yes, abandon everything that we have been used to. So that we can fall in. And listen. To the one who. Gives us instruction.… Continue reading Fall In

Idol Minds

There is a one. A one we know. A one we know and love. Love and admire. A one we always want to be a part of. A one in our ears. In our faces. Basic every place. A one on the radio. The internet. The news paper. The magazine. On the billboards. And yeah.… Continue reading Idol Minds

Fall Short.

InstagramCapture_7d77e947-afa0-499b-b3d8-5f2f15c55cb8I have been told I am one in a million.
I make mistakes times close to a million.
Times.  Apparently I never get.
Tired of humiliate.
Ing myself.
Mbu. I need help.
But how will I get.
If check.
Every wreck.
Every mistake.
Every misstep.
I make.
I take.
Every glass I break.
In my wake.
On my way.
To achieving something great.
Something great.
Something higher than I get.
If I get.
But I don’t get.
I don’t think I need to get!
His ways are higher than my ways.
My mistakes.
My missteps.
Am I on the right staircase?
If I take a step.
Step of faith.
Will I crash-land on my face?
Maybe yes.
Take a guess.
But nevertheless.
I say yes.
To a tough nother mistake.
Least I know which not to make.
Road not to take.
Word not to say.
If I dare speak.
It’s like Eleanor say.
Mrs. Roosevelt.
Do what your heart say.
Haters hate anyway.
So I’m on my way.
Making the same mistakes.
To you.
But all the while learning something new.
Something good.
Something that gives me a clue.
For the next step.
I fall short but we all do.
Maybe more than others I do.
But how will I get if I do.
Not?
Isn’t that the highest form of falling short?