Let me go to know this ‘being’.

A few still in practice…Are all but publicly jeered,As sneering remarks loud and clearMake attempts to smear,With stained and tarnished hopes…To harvest for those listening!What is it that is dreamed and wished?The goodness factor can and does exist…For those dismissing grief and sadness spread.Let them go in dreadful service,And serve upon those treasures sought!They will…

They are obstacles.Get rid of them.Whether they are mental or physical.Moving and breathing on two legs or not.Tolerate them or keep them blocked out,If you wish.As if they did not exist!And yet you allow them to persist.When obstacles are identified in your life…There is no need to keep them around as souvenirs.Or classify them as…

This aging phase,Finds many who have made it…At such a rewarding,Appreciative stage.Feeling grateful to have life!And understanding more,Of this ‘gift’ that life is.Seeing things for what they are…And not for what they are not.Finding it so trivial now…To hold onto pettiness held,To become glad and light hearted…Knowing that ‘stuff’Has long been dropped.I feel where I…

Our happiness.There is one thing left,On this flight we choose to take.We must be open to our faults…And forgive heartaches.We must appreciate flaws,In our ‘awe’ we overlooked.We were then looking to feed desire…When the fire cooled and left our minds,And hearts hooked!I would like to look at it that way!With the thoughts I have…And how…

Wherever you are,Is where you ‘B’.Doing ‘that’ which you ‘Is’.You don’t have to go nowhere,To say you ‘R’ who you ‘Is’You ‘R’ who you ‘Is’Wherever you ‘B’.Right ‘now’ where you ‘R’.Some believe the can not ‘B’ themselves,If they are not where they should ‘B’…Being who they ‘Is’.Because where they ‘R’They can not ‘B’ who they…

Or digest Langston’s treasures…To outdo the views of Mister Hughes.But poets who can show emotions,With insights known isn’t easy to pursue.These are the ones,Who can do it making sense.Inspirations they are…With a knack to pen a clarity,Once covered and thickly dense.I am not trying to be a James Baldwin,Or write the way an August Wilson…