The colorblind See true There are parks places But named Much too late God’s creation His design Was meant for DNA To form a cohesive spine inserted needles Were doomed to rust Overcome by bones of trust Seeking demise Overcome by your surgery To be ridst of thee Colored souls Oh boy, were you bold…

Creeping in the dark Are you a spy, a lark? You bring me contemplation At times, I would not mention What is this word you bring me Showing up so mysteriously But first you wish to be pet A distant relative I have yet to have met? I appreciate your forwardness Elusively bringing about mine…

A mane worn so well Simulation of a swell Delicate imprints Caressed to dwell Amongst an unmanaged cell In captivity essence to procreate Stimulate Tantalize senses Who what where when was is Awaken my soul There are pieces of me Delicately floating And in some time, Perhaps I’d like to see them whole Or not…

Impairment of speech At selected intervals of though Coercing dialect that purportly sways The air of my disposition Sweet aromas no longer mask The curdled and coagulated breath of stale milk Unwrap another chocolate Rich Decadent smooth and creamy Bitter sweet are the words That wallow And I choose to eat 3.4.23

I love you You love me You and I Become we We love we We do we I gain you I lose me You gain me You keep you I lose me I have we You have you You have we You gain me I lost I Y o Y KAM 3.3.23

Unknown areas permeate conceptual processes Lingering in damp dry air Invading trains of thought Consuming intellect Spiritual warfare At bay Hidden in the shadows and depths of inclusive illusions They have their own way Contort and bind frames of right mind A cyclone of staircases Set to climb Out of the fog Toward those of…

Cannot find the ruler Done with trying to think straight Up up away she goes Looping paths, the balloon blows Fragments of once cohesive molecules Devise a larger lift Cannot prick, it is too thick Erroneously multiplying cord attached untying The helium escapes alleged disaster comes too late KAM 2/1/23

Challenges, Obstacles Stand in my way Thought of selling my soul to the devil That’s where it would have stayed Fed to him to be slayed Succumbing in dismay All because I got in my own way Draw out my sword In lieu of surrender Seeking my reward Thoughts full of hope I tender My…

I die most daily Beautiful deaths The lengths of some stretch past An appropriate time To be placed to rest properly These are the most desireable Yet dismal descents Stone structures thought to have stood the test of time Take the longest to crumble Misconduct eventually makes way to clear An uprooting of disfigurations Adorn…

What was born is dead Conceptualized By public pageants and perceptions Personification of exclusion Uninvited intrusions Of character and worth Wheeling their way through war Knuckles kneading knowledge From flour to bread Minions are fed Open eyes are Not conceptually led 12/22/22 KAM