Life goes on The mistakes are gone Times of remembrance are past The clock ticks on and on. I was born, I lived, I die,

In your eyes I see a different light Maybe another you Perhaps something about you I see a certain you

Beautiful faces From every shade of color From every span of the globe From every walk of life From every generation

Gloomy skies with dark clouds abov… Where rain was every where And I am here lying in bed Sleeping, slumbering into a dream Unknown journeys of twist and turn…

To Nikki Giovanni Poetry and rhyme And reason At any season You’re the mother of words

and they took up wings to fly. Please, don’t cry for me, You don’t need to shed a tear, Just put those tears in a bottle t… And let it sail to the nearest oce…

I use to hear them say “Letting those golden moments roll… But how much longer of a delay Or should I stay strong? Either way the clock ticks in time

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,

The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…

Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,

The night train moves Quickly in the night’s air And the noise from the train Keeps a steady beat lugging home. I gotten a buzz of inspiration

I am not pretty I am not fat, I am not tall enough, Too short, To thin,

a social commentary Among the vast of the sea and land Where a nation is born, Where a nation arises from the ash… Upon other large shoulders.