Dear Radiant Beam…

Or to say something kind,Behind one’s back.Instead of finding a fault.Or picking upon something they lack?Have you ever taken an opportunity,To say hello?To anyone passing on the street.Someone you did not know,But just happened to meet and greet.Or…Are you like so many,Experiencing a welcomed self defeat?Perceiving your challenges are greater than others.And a bitterness expressed,Is…

Retreating from a gameThat pleases…In a drenched uniform and cleats.With thoughts of additional strategies to play,On this day that guarantees a win and defeat.With an appetite to kick some ass…Missing balls long stalled and overpassed,And wishing to satisfy a taste with licks dripping!Feeling incomplete…In such a scrumptious heat!

Should be demoted.The roting of their teaching is no joke.Their minds are soaked with garbage to exploit.Like lemon cars…Under hoods with scars.With eyes transfixed upon the stars.And thoughts belonging to them,Far away!They’ve been ‘roted’.Who rote them to provoke,Should be demoted.The roting of their teaching is no joke.Their minds are soaked with garbage to exploit.Like lemon…

They should not respect themselves.Or expect they can and could achieve.Something missing in their heads,Should have connected them to a maturity.Something that recognized,Who should be responsible…And accountable for their activities.Something in their minds,Should have made eye contact with themselves.Something said or they did not see…A reflection of themselves yet!One accepted and believed.Something has left.And will…

But you prayed faithfully…To keep your life sweetened.With a continuance of your splurging…Of those chocolate caramel filled bite sized nips.You know,The ones you screamed yourself into a fit.And abusively tormented the clerk at the store…The one who stated they had no more.And gone through their supply of it!Remember when you went ballistic.And you didn’t want…

In a breath sweetened gingerly…With peppermint schnapps.I am not numb by your rhythmic indecisions.Nor stunned by your absence to call me by first name.I understand how my appearance may confuse you!But let my words confuse you not.I am not a Huxtable.Nor does my last name begin with ‘X’!I am proud of my past…And how I…