Portraits with Pzazz!
And the beat goes on
Pulsating through my soul
Pushing me
Driving me
Forward into
Places I never imagined
I would be able to go
NYC Streets
Out for a Walk
Come
I will walk
Beside you
All the way
Through
Don’t give up
Don’t give in
Discomfort is deceit
We will take
One step
Of progress
At a time
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On my A game
Switching things up
Making moves
Smooth & sharp
Success is the groove
I’m feeling
Back to the Country
Take Me With You
Don’t go
I’m too cute to leave
Take me with you
Pleaseee
Wanna be
Always next to you
God’s God the Whole World in His Hands
Power to the people
The glory go to God
Who wipes the sweat
Lifts burdens off
Breaking backs
So we all will
Rise & stand
Through every
Daily struggle
Behind the Scenes
Early in the morning
Imma pick-up my bags & go
Early in the morning
Gonna pick-up my bags & go
Walk out that front door
Never see you no more
No use stayin’
You were the lyin’ cheatin’ kind
No use stayin’
You were lyin’ cheatin’ all the time
And I’m all wore out
Some other chick can take my place
Headed out
Just my suitcase & I
Headed out
Just my suitcase & I
Gonna find me a man
Who understands what he’s got
Don’t bother to call
Your number, it’s been blocked
Don’t bother callin’
‘Cause your number’s been blocked
Cleared you from my head
Deleted you outta my life
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Piece by piece
Assembling my dream
Riveting fragments together
Creating an original
Life to live
NYC Streets
Nobody thinks to ask
These old walls
What they have seen
Or what they know
Of storms weathered
And survived
Proud memories
Only history can tell
Maybe someday too soon
These bricks
Once so carefully laid
Will carelessly
Be torn down
Modern progress
Wiping away
All these walls
Have sheltered
Love & violence
Tears & laughter
Stories –
Way too many to tell
But these walls
Can’t talk anyway
And if they could
Nobody would think to ask
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Aye Dios Mio! Laundry. Everywhere there’s laundry. Overflowing. Running wild. Spilling out my ears! Bright red. Canary yellow. Turquoise. Parquet green. Tower of downy soft towels. Never ending. Mucho trabajo. “Washer number seven.” “Dryer number eleven.” Trills the boss lady. Tee-shirts. Jeans. Baby blankets. Long socks. Sports socks. A strangers “cute” lacy panties. Not so cute when the need – Wash. Dry. Fold. And bag. Aching back. Feet hurt. Arms like windmills. As they wind up king size sheets. God, can you hear ME up there? I need you to help me endure. This endless task. So bread will be on my table.
Back to the Country
What roads
Have I paved
In the hearts of men?
Has even one stroke
Of my labors
One drop
Of my sweat
Made the path smoother
For the traveler
Who passes after me?
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I’ve been struggling
Like a mule
All my life
It was what it was
One gray day
Daddy up & died
Leaving
A foreign widow
In a foreign land
No English
Nine hungry children
Did what I had to do
Thirteen
Walked out of school
Buckled on
My grown-up shoes
Washing, cooking, scrubbing
Made my way to Philadelphia
Just to mail home
A few green dollars
Paid daddy’s debts
Put bread on the table
Family stayed together
I
Struggled like a mule
Back to the Country
It’s like
Cashmere over lace
One snowflake crystal
Glittering among stars
Love wrapped up
Red velvet ribbon
Tied snug
Around my heart
Winter fairytale
Ice castle
Royal blue in the sky
Queen of your heart
This winter
To the end of time
NYC Streets
NYC Streets
Creeping
Down the middle track
Ghastly floodlights
Chasing scrappy rats
Snippets
Of zombie passengers
Flicker
Between gaps in grime layered walls
Grinding
Screechy sci-fi
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Going to build
Mi familia
Una casa
Gut wrenching
Sweat drenching
Up to my armpits
Dusty red dirt
Brick by brick
Labor of love
Portraits with Pzazz!
Upside down
Yet right side up
Going left
Heading right
Back
One way
Is the only way
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