WANING CRESCENT MOON

 in 1978

my mental state

took a 

cerebral turn

mixed with fixed 

palsy poetic-heartburn 

yeah lesson learned 

with a stern left-hand 

mixed with God's right plan 

for which it stands 

and then some

but Father 

can i walk, talk, and run?

into the sun

yeah both of dawn/ don 

yeah until kingdom come come

yeah wouldn't that be great 

a crown on my next cake 

on my plate 

with a cherry on top 

for me non-stoppin' 

and for me rockin'

and clockin 

with Christ....

so hard 

oh my God!

Questionable TESTABLES

 God, why?
does my 
life 
have to be
under
a microscope  
in some way
every single  day 
yeah, no wordplay 
and why?
must i 
just cope 
or feel like 
i'm just hanging 
by a thread 
or 
a rope
yeah 
because 
of 
fony folfks 
that love to 
poke around 
or 
put me 
down 
are they 
hoping 
that i will 
drown
like a clown 
due to my tears 
and 
my cerebral palsy 
years 
and fears 
yeah father 
your daughter
needs some 
beers 
from Cheers 
or 
a good laugh
from a better half 
to grasp
the past 
6 months 
in bold font 
but father 
tell me 
what you 
want me 
to do
to really 
get through
silly blue 
emotition 
of 
ocean obstacles 
or 
semi-try
stopables