Thursday, March 27, 2014

Toma's Bucket List

I have never been one
For a list of bucket
More likely to say fuck it
And live my own dreams
If I make enough daily lists
And wish upon wish
I will have lived my purpose
By that one Judgment Day
Thoughts constantly fill my brain
Like the smell of wetness after rain
And sometimes I don't have the privilege
Of writing everything down
But friends often come around
And make you rethink things
My bucket list is simple
I'd just like to live before I die
Full of passion and compassion
To not hesitate to try
Live my own life as my own woman
Fall in love one good time
To travel this whole wide world
To always defend what is mine
I think that sums it all up
The rest isn't up to me
Above all when I meet the Creator
I should be satisfied to have lived faithfully free

Thursday, March 20, 2014


Is now a thing
My thing
So watch me bring
My thing
Doing my poet thing
With the poet-ting
Alas I’m a woman
So I’m poetess-ing
Make these words sing
With the rhythm of my life
Beat the drum
With the cacophony of injustice
My compassionate minds fails to fathom
Like the dots I connect
To be correct
As a poet.
I could easily bore
You with simile and metaphor
Just for the sake of rhyme
To take time
Just to razzle and dazzle
But I turned the tassel
To graduate
I shall commence to serious poet-ing
Transcribing my human experience
Drawing parallel lines
And giving fines
To those who don’t pay attention
Wake up world!
Earth is turning beneath you!
As the seasons pass, so will you.
Is the poet-thing
That gives me life
On this side of heaven
After my last breath
So I shall write to my death
Knowing these characters
Convey my substance
My passion
Compassion, belief and love
Not just an arbitrary verb
But a purposeful lifestyle.