Today
Is good.
Yesterday, not so much,
And let’s not even think about prior to that.
But today,
I like it.
The sky
The air
The day,
All smiling at me
And this,
this is a very good thing.
I think I will smile back-
just a little.
It’s the least I can do.
Thank You.
Category: EL
Wound
Hey,
What’s that there…
right under your shoulder…
Its…
Owwww
are you ok?
It looks painful.
like an old tear,
one that won’t heal.
You seeing someone about that?
Oh, you self medicate-
Ok.
That works
For a while.
Maybe you should try-
No,
Wait, listen
Look at my back.
See
I used to have one too.
Yeah. It still opens up-
From time to time
But it don’t hurt no more.
What did i do?
Does it matter?
Good luck then.
Revelation
But,
I thought…
Really?
Damn.
So when I said…
And when you…
When we… together,
It was,…. not?
Shit.
I am an idiot.
Thanks for heads up.
And don’t worry,
I will most definitely do it again.
It’s why we’re here after all.
Now leave.
Serendipity
When you’ve just lost a burger
You find a Kobe beef hot dog…
Which is cool,
Because you like hot dogs much better-
And besides,
they’re much more funner.
Great, whirling, nonstop roller coaster some call life…
Call it what you will-
But its always interesting.
Always.
So,
Shall we dance?
MIDDLE PASSAGE 2000
Stank.
Of the NEW fu lai,
cocoa butter
and roast pork buns.
To or from the mines,
don’t really matter
Its that ole 400 year bullshit
We never escaped.
Of course we did not lose it,
Because-
We ran to it.
We embraced it.
We continue to reach for it,
Whatever it is.
From the jungle’s green
To the green trap,
We have forgotten the blessedness of paradise,
and now grasp desperately
at
the threads of emptiness
and doubt
and
loneliness
and fear.
Fear that what we need
Is not already here.
Where are the drums?
And where are our prophets?
Where are our wise elders?
Have they been led astray?
Do they pimp the wisdom of soul
For fame and ice?
It is time to forsake
What has come to pass.
Build anew
But
Build true.
Future
Our Future is in the hands of illiterates.
Cultural illiterates,
whose sin runs deeper
Because they know better,
But they choose worse,
Because they have earned it,
because they have
earned the right to profane.
Rich histories breed hubris and ignorance
The wisdom of the ages is traded
for knowledge and a Masarati.
So where do we look,
if we cannot look inside?
How do we find the road
to prosperity?
to inner wealth?
Little Gracie,
I give this all to you.
Because I have no choice.
But,
I love you
As I wished I loved me.
As I wished I could love me.
Alone
After her folks sailed across that wide blue sea,
Her Big Sis left
Left her long before was right
But she had her bro
Her belly-mate
The one who entered with her
But now
He abandoned her
He is off
to what
is DEFINITELY
A better place.
He is gone,
And she is alone.
A son, a husband yes,
But what of her roots?
What of her home?
She is alone
And I cannot,
I cannot
But I will
try.
Don’t Touch!
vodka tinged tendrils reach from the drunk’s mouth to
grab hold of the knot in my chest…
The knot I did not know was there
The knot that has already loosened itself throughout my body
And threatens violence upon those who tug without care…
Watch it son,
I’m not dancing with my father
Anyway old man, you ain’t my pops
And yes, worry, I’ll be taking the lead.
How
do i prioritize
what I feel?
Anger-
Pity-
more Anger-
Fury even.
Where is the pain?
Where is the sadness?
Where is the sense of loss?
How dare I feel pity-
I am ashamed to.
But how do I balance
this anger
with more anger.
I doubt not the fundamentals-
I learned well from Job
and his arrogant catechisms.
I know how it works, Simba and warthogs and rain…
but what of empathy
for a life not lived?
what of anger towards those who chew away at the soul.
and vomit hate and abuse?
Is my soul’s rage OK?
well I hope so.
Because I feel it roiling…
and sorry chumps,
feeding time is past.
Who
who knows
but you?
who will do
but you?
do you want it?
will you go for it?
because once you do….
you already have it.
So seriously….
just do it already.
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