For years I haven't felt the need to celebrate, participate or disseminate my words and music (for a variety of reasons). That time is now behind me. I'm rediscovering my voice and myself through the need to breathe. Real Talk. If poetry and music is your thing. You just made it home. Not many poets do it as good as this. Enjoy and thanks for the support. Amen and Women! Much more to come! 

A Patient’s Patience, There were days I would lean over, pull back the curtain, and watch the world.

My street was a dead end.  Traffic had purpose, Back to mother, Home to wife, Kids with backpacks, candy fingers and Sky blue, school uniforms.  The best times were the mornings. My son preparing for school, I anticipated the greetings, “See you later” or “Talk soon”, Words loaded with time. That’s what I held onto then, time. Waiting for blood vessels to find a way through Donated bone, waiting for burnt nerves to bring feeling back to my leg, waiting in bed, for months. The afternoons gave me the most to see, A line of birds, perched across phone lines,

Street lamps covered in black feathers and wings. I watched, as they flew in, stayed for awhile, Then turned to fly away.

Woke up this morning determined

to make today the first day

of the rest of my life...

hope you're doing the same...

                                 - Sharrif Simmons

  “I'd hate to pass through a planet and
          not leave it better than I found it."

                              −Sun Ra