Precious Drain

You’ve been given a billion in cash, 

But only for one fleeting day. 

You must spend it all, no delay, 

No saving for tomorrow’s rain.

Now, that is how life tastes,

Its a precious drain, 

You’ve been given a billion chances, 

you can’t take one to the grave, 

so how do you spend your day?

Building Rom Vol.77

Saved you

to save the world from it’s demise,

I choose not to reflect the dark nights

I’m shedding toxic ties,

I’m setting boundaries high

I won’t willingly reproduce random guys

Those that hold insecurities in their minds

I save the world from more lies

Not discovering the known, Columbus style

But slowly leaving Earth with light

Building Rom Vol.74

Last day on Earth

Last day on Earth, a day well spent,

Every day worth dying for the expense

The sun’s a paid actor, heaven-sent.

The moon’s invited to our barbecue, To-let

Sun dresses for my man, love our fav scent.

Children running, it’s cute

they’ve been here before, before you

Life’s treasures at full deck, marriage jewels.

Beneath the ocean’s gentle sway,

Gray head, sunglasses, we watch the play.

A big fat smile, like a ray

grooving to this cosmic joke on replay

Every moment precious, beyond compare.

Last day on Earth, what a dream we chase,

Living each day with a joyful embrace.

Building Rom Vol. 73

Not Humble

Here I am In Bali, to find a way to say Asante with ease,
In a café, seated, writing like my breath would seize.
Was it a baby’s cry or the milk being whisked?
My soul rebirthed, or was I still child-free and brisked?

Papaya smoothie called me from within,
Weak..
Feeling the child in me, free-d from being seen, thus free from sin.
Wisdom tooth wise, not to ruin the deed, today no tweak
Met the gatherer, not the gladiator, fulfilling my need.

The dancer, not the procrastinator,
As though I rebirthed a new breed,
The entertainer, philosopher, mathematician, all the same theme

Every part of me, before the world came together to humble me.