IN POWER

I’m not trapped in mumble jumble jingle of confusion,

I side-stepped society’s sinking quick sand.

YES!  I’m fashion—-durable, stable and able to reach any level.

This how- I know- my inner glow- shows.

I’m a soldier with a musical, harmonious, melodious tone;

Singing short sweet sweeping songs,

With a laughable, enjoyable rhythm in my soul,

For adversity—I mimic Hommie the clown.

Miss me with that- Hommie don’t play that.

You feel- or do you need something more real,

Some people pleasure treasure is in something to adore.

I found freedom’s peace at the center-of my-core.

I grabbed the trophy of grace,

I’ll never be left in a spiritual unwanted place,

Because the man makes the situation;

Not the situation makes the man.