I got problems and flaws
Some that I’m living with
You got issues and scars
Ones that you’re dealing with
I’m working on myself diligently
Trying to fix me
You only want to trust again
Been hurt so much by your past
I want to break down your walls
You need to know my secrets
I love you with all of me
All of my ugly parts you accept
You crave my weathered hands
To touch your delicate flesh
Your tender kisses and whispers
Sooth my lonely soul
We are a beautiful wreck
A collision of imperfection
Filling your emptiness with peace
While you cry and I pray
Michael Lovett 2020
She was seventeen carrying me.
Giver of Love to a life unknown.
A young Queen with a gift from heaven.
Holding in her body a piece of the Creator.
God’s son …
I spent time thinking about the magnitudeof birth.
How a soul can take on flesh and be born on earth.
To be the vessel for something greater.
Weighing the heart of a mother.
How much pain they must bear,
the worry, the tears, the prayers.
No Love can compare.
Unconditional is the only way she Loves.
Undying, even after death it lives.
She dies so that you can live.
To personify who you are supposed to be.
Teaching with Love.
My mother, you were young.
It was just the two of us before I knew anything, or anyone.
You sacrificed your dreams so that my dreams were attainable.
You could see the light in my future even in my dark days.
So many times I fell and you picked me up along the way.
Thank you for never losing faith, and never giving up.
Even when I struggled in life, I strayed, I messed up.
You still remained the glue that held everything together.
The unbreakable bond between child and mother.
I Love you like, I love myself.
First born son, we grew together.
You Love me like you love no other, selfless.
Without you there would be no me.
You are my living history.
I am your Love Legacy.
May 10, 2020
What is this place we call home wrecked with calamity?
Humans laying waste to life and all naturalness.
Drilling for oil, incarcerating bodies,
cutting down trees and killing off man.
Death is nothing to stomach or fear now.
We experience pain and loss way too often.
What is life?
What is this place?
Cynical faces burdened and annoyed
by the lesser of the two …
one being the One Percent, and then You.
Enemies of your neighbor.
Depleting your future resources.
Our children’s minds are enslaved.
They never knew freedom.
We showed them images of wealth
with no clear directions.
Only Hoop Dreams, NFL Drafts, and The Voice.
America’s Got Talent, but we don’t have vision,
and we don’t have a voice.
Left with very little choices.
So they will keep building prisons
for the sons and daughters that make the wrong choices.
Cages for you deplorables to serve your
Debts imposed by Draconian Laws,
Oppressors, loosen your death hold.
Take your dirty boot off of freedom’s neck.
We come to repair what you have broken.
Enfranchise the people.
Make this place … a home.