breezing
through all
the mondays, and
saturdays too.
a human slinky
walking life’s
cogs and gears.
cushiony hands
perfumed and preened
the good earth left
barren and
alone.
a time
for an
exodus,
to
genesis.
a time
lost
to dreams
and words.
a time
claimed
by the brave
and the strong.
our time.
our time right now.
Finally,
leaves fall
and branches lay bare,
naked to the whipping winds.
robin’s nest
abandoned and exposed
Winter
approaches
with the odors
of Death, and decay.
ideas and ideology
pride and empire
dreams and naivete
divine grace –
all dead.
what is the shelf life,
of Destiny
Manifested
Completely
on broad scarred backs
and stolen land?
birth of a nation realized,
now comes the growing pains
viewed through eyes sardonic
of jaded young hearts.
Spring
hopes
eternal.
but not yet my brother
not yet my sister
not yet
field nigga
in a suit.
educated and,
yeah,
‘articulate’.
awake,
integrated,
socialized,
sophisticated,
and….
patient,
like a raisin
in the sun.
head bumpin’
to wisdom beats.
patient.
waiting.
patient.
ready
to ride
or die.
You ain’t ready for this.
Never mind
the gap,
keep manners
in check.
The Summer.
The Stewing.
The Stifling.
The original
Suck.
Craaackow!
Craaackow!
Craaackow!
End Credits.
big city livin’:
behave yourself
and keep it moving.
always,
keep
it
moving.
still don’t get it?
cull: 365.247.****
“Let Them Have Their Tar-Tar Sauce”
–Charles Montgomery Burns
opiate
more sophisticated
than Jeebus;
calming
soothing;
familiar.
a woman will only accept so much,
most men-
far less.
but the mob,
the people,
your huddled
masses-
squeeze
till they bleed,
willingly they
give more.
injustices,
executions,
corruptions,
abuses,
rapes,
betrayals-
all tolerated.
sometimes
celebrated
time
and
time
and time
again.
the price of peace
purchased
on the scarred backs
our fathers
and the scattered dreams
of our mothers.
and
we pay it forward
through passive participation.
I loathe those
who prey on the weak
but I am terrified
of those who would
keep me meek.
my soul sings
to harmonies universal.
memories that I have never lived
pound relentlessly.
they pound inside
of you as well,
if you
would only
listen.
keep your tartar sauce, son.
I’ll have none.
there was a song in my heart
but I had not the words
nor the melody.
inside of me
it ached.
it burned.
it made me cry
yearning to be free.
So,
I wrote
I ran
I danced
I fucked,
but the song remained
painfully deep
until I heard
your soulful tune:
my song heard your song,
and said,
Hello.
I sang my song
through your lyrics
a counterpoint,
harmony of spirit
there is only one
song
and we all have a part
Thank you Musician,
for sharing your art.
with me.
One day
I’ll be an artist.
until then
please abide
my overbearing pride,
doused in shame,
fear, (spirits),
and hope.
Sly
Young
Old Lamb
in wolf’s clothing.
A gigantic Myth
of legendary proportion
and prowess.
Experienced.
and untested.
the world knows it
not,
but it awaits his flame.
Warmth.
Light.
to guide
the way.
smooth
like buttah’,
in a chunky farmhouse kind
of way.
Wise
as Sage.
Crafty
like Warriors.
anon.
But this fox
is a kit still
awaiting the
call
to war.
Hounds,
Be ready.
Weave
Burn
Murder
Build
Abort
Create
Teach
Frighten
Search
Lead
I make words dance
I make words bleed
Open your heart
Open your eyes
And in one verse,
I will show you God.
in the next.
i’ll bugger him sweet
and
slow.
I am the Master
and
the fool.
“As long as I know that my motives are good, I’m seldom very concerned with the opinions of others.”
-David Eddings
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