THESE THINGS I WONDER

Did they all forget about me
before the sun went down?
Do anyone really miss me
now that I’m gone
pour out liquor or toast to me?
Do High School mates remember
2 nd. Floor/ lunch room/ black top
talent shows/ cutting class/ going downtown?
Do dat’ ex shed tears for me
like I do her?
She knows me
better than most?
Did they forget that I use to move crowds?
My voice reaching the core of their soul!
Was it love?
To all these things I wonder…

By Jimmy

On Stage
by Jimmy Dennis
Upon a stage of unrighteousness
they would have you believe
my spirit is cloaked in black. . .
Many a times I awake
sunrise or the mid of night
screaming, yelling. . .in many of tears
they flow over
a silent waterfall. . .
Who hears?
Who feels my pain?
Who can stop the tears?
Drape me in soft white silk
to reflect my true spirit?
My single wish!
That tomorrow wasn't tomorrow
here in this Death Row cell
all alone.