I Ain’t No Good Man

I wrote this poem (and this one) the day before Spirit came and filled me with peace. Not my fault, people. It just happened. Don’t blame the victim. Spirit did it. Spirit healed me. I just stood there like an idiot. Anyway, the poem:   I ain’t no good man. Ain’t even a great man.…

Wakin’ Up Is Hard to Do

I wrote this poem (and this one) the day before Spirit entered me. I think that’s interesting.   Changes need to get made. This bed I laid in Is disintegrating under the weight of time. Made-up mind: I will walk no further into this darkness sublime. Opened eyes Drink this world full of worlds, their…