Tom Brower Rap

If you assault the people, then I’m-assault your ego. Elected by the people? You’re nothing more than sheep-le! Pause for a second as you wipe the sweat off your Brow, er, here’s some Armani yo, while we’re at it throw on some gloves & take care of that manicure you ho-

rribly embarrassing excuse for a leader! Attacking people with nothing, pose with your sledgehammer, smiling when the camera don’t care and you’re nothing but strange news polluting the ether. You might have won a vote but you haven’t got a clue!

If my words could even register to that empty core you carry, would it fill you up with more than hate?  Would it make you change how your fight? Or would bounce off with but a hollow echo? Do you even know anything other than…

Vigilante! Vigilante! Does the world need that from a political leader? Or does the world need some Om Shanti, Shanti,

Shanti… Yes, Peace! Or how about love & prosperity? For all of our kind, never mind if their bank roll is less than zeros on nine fingers because if you can count all the lack they have on even one of your fingers, then you’d know the hate you swung, the pictures you took, aren’t about to do a thing for them nor leave a mark on the bigger picture that is this issue.

So when they write history that’s all you’ll be.  Tom Brower* with an asterisk for a footnote with a hard-on for a just cause b/c you went out looking to take a picture just because.  That, why can’t you see?

As much as you, your lack of faith and precision in implementing our dream system of freedom people have died for makes me want to scream!  My words aren’t meant to slap, maybe just shake that you awake because I have nothing but universal love because you’re just another one of my hurt brothers,

sisters, with wounded Inner Children, walking in tantrum with adult builds & bodies. carrying that hurt behind a false smile, no one cares who lobbies.  If I can make it out of the dark and want to still believe, then I believe you can to and what a better world that might be.  Hey Bruh, you Syl, Scotty, & the rest can make a change, & I’d like to think despite life experiences, there’s still hope for Lee.

Now drop them charges against that kid, he didn’t do it and you know that’s true!  Then forgive those that did so we can all start brand new.

You drop them charges, then I’ll drop my writing outlets against you.  I’m but a simple voice, one of many, out here trying to implore you. Let’s hope with search engine optimization ‘ignore’ won’t be all you do.  Now, speak to that part that once wanted to help our people.  If you’re going to help any one, just one, than help the one buried there deep inside of you.

So let it go Tom, let it go.  Or out of office one day, some day, you will go to.  If you fail to do so then all you’ll be known for is but a tarnished legacy and that’s the sad, sad Truth.  That makes me sad because you were the one, the one others said did it without lining your pockets, and that deserves respect, why can’t you see?

You can have glory and compassion share the spotlight? If you’d just stop the fight, stop the fight.

Stop the fight against the homeless, the people who have so much less.  Take love with you into the community and leave behind your weapons, both physical and actions that create agony.

Let it go Tommy, let it go.  Let it go Tommy, let it go.  Let it go Tommy, let it go.

Grains of Sand

Where are your cuts? Why have you no bruises?

These questions were asked of me after I took a step, a step that unbeknownst would cause me to fall down the ridges of love, into the sea of despair, and washed upon the shore of truth & consequence.

To mine surprise, the questions were correct for I bore no cuts nor did I bruise, yet I was impacted by the step, the subsequent fall, that time spent floating, now here I lay, covered in sand being The Fool that I am, having ridden a ride, now in awe at that step, that step that took me far along.

As a child, I walked the beach during many days.  Now as an adult, I travel those shores many times at night.  I know not balance though I seek it.  I have no cuts, I have no bruises because the part of me that’s not my Ego, that part, it cannot fight. It allows me to transcend, this I have always believed, but at times I do wonder and wander when it’s time to leave.

My throat is harsh, parched is my body, my thirst not quenched so I feel the dry conditions despite the humidity that’s been this storm.  If I knew more about Living On Love, well than LOL I’d tell you, on the lone chance it’d give you song.

But alas, it seems as though mine words falls upon deaf ears and the further along we travel, the steeper is our divide.  I don’t know where the road will lead us but nonetheless, I thank you for the ride.

I thank you for the courage, you gave me to take that first step, for as I rolled down the range, I flowed with it, despite the rough & tumble terrain.  And when I hit that sea, you’d think I would have flowed as well, yet that is where I choked & suffered, drinking deeply of water when all I could do was flail.

Then as my crying became yelling with the sound & the fury of our clash buried beneath a swell of waves, as they stood up full like giants, each of their steps crashing over me, so small was I, but a speck, and hollow, so hollow, I’d have cursed my own name.

I don’t remember what happened next.  Blackness, darkness, a conscious coma maybe, took the place of mat rage we tried to kindle.

Now here I lie, upon this sand…

Where are your cuts? Why have you no bruises?

Do I even know your name?  Do you know my name?  It means ‘healer’ I’ve been told.  Maybe that’s why I’ve no cuts & bruises but good is meaning if it holds no Truth in reality.  This answer, same as to your questions, I just do not know.

Grains of sand, they cover me, a reminder of Nature’s abundance, for they say there are more stars in the Collective Universe than the grains on every shore.

Ha ha. Alas.  I think it’s time to go.  Or was it that I was thanking you? Oh, if you’ll excuse, the answers I just don’t know.



Shot Clock


:24 – Shots fired, shots fired! A Tweet is quickly leaked.

:23 – Viral fire, viral fire! The leak grows as its repeated, 2.3k as we speak.

:22 – Facts, facts! Waiting on the official reports as 10.5k tweets are trending.

:21 – Reload, reload! News can’t reach us that fast, want to know what’s up before the commercial break is ending.

:20 – The victims, their families! Now that there’s some ‘truth,’ how then do we react?

:19 – Forgive, move on! One voice but an echo in the distance and will say at last.

:18 – Anger, Vengeance! Another will protest, the temperature quickly rising…

:17 – Prayers… Prayers… A politician, all smiles, perfect hair, in a suit will request.

:16 – Change! Change! A preacher, haggard facial lines, in disheveled dress will contest.

:15 – Eff the man! Fight the power! @someone will Re-tweet with download my new mixtape & EP out on iTunes this week.

:14 – Rise up, rise up! A collective voice of the common citizen becomes a shout.

:13 – Tragedy! Travesty! Alright, another movement is born and change in our community is what we’re about.

:12 – Shots! Shots! More shots reveal the problem is bigger than one city in yet another a tweet.

:11 – Truce! Truce! Old news #Throwback about gang members from that Baltimore mess who protected their home streets.

:10 – No more brutality! Where’s equality? Are our leaders really just that clueless?

:09 – Darkness. Sadness. Let it set in for oh how none of this makes sense.

:08 – Disbelief! Disgust! Let our hatred mask our pain even though we’re all mongrels.

:07 – Error. Error. Network overload, please try your request again.

:06 – Bow your heads, let us pray. Our Father, Who Art in Heaven…

:05 – Another shooter, no it’s a thug! Is this ‘ish’ even real?

:04 – Chaos! Chaos! Rapidly it pollutes in a fashion that’s quite surreal.

:03 – Guns don’t kill. People kill. We like to kill regardless of our race.

:02 – Reload, reload. Meanwhile from a quiet corner of another room on Earth’s shared space.

:01 – Shots! Shots! More shots! Every day, they seem to be fired at rapid pace.

:00 – Buzzer! Buzzing! With that left yet again, are we in more disgrace.

Life Matters

All lives matter. Yes, this we know.

BLACK LIVES MATTER.  Why must we shout?  Because all lives matter and until BLACK LIVES MATTER rises to that same level of acceptance, forever held back will be our innately loving flow.

Life matters, it matters so much to humanity, yes, our speck in the dust of the vast universe little ole species, Life matters so much that we strive, we fight, we hunger for more, longer, easier, healthier, out of this world even ways to simply stay alive.

But if it matters, pose the questions then must I:

Do we even know how to live without destroying that it matters whether or not we survive?

But if it matters, then the answer to the question is obviously:

YES, because the opposite of “to destroy” is “to create.”

Life matters, it matters so much to humanity, that some day, we’ll rise up, cast aside our ignorance, that indifference that keeps us blind for inside, the humans create when bringing forth life is the same blood that flows through these collective veins to our one united heart all the same.

BLACK LIVES MATTER. Without a shadow of a doubt, the Universe in its Darkness gave us birth, allows us to see beauty every time we look up at night so let us see that beauty in our children, sisters, & brothers of all pigmentations & orientations!

All lives matter.  Yes, this we know.

The Obituary of Mahalo

Here lies Mahalo, who left us shortly after news reached her of our beloved Aloha’s passing.

Mahalo lived a full life.  She was as gracious and filled with gratitude as her name would imply.  Mahalo shared heartfelt kindness with the world.  She loved as much as Aloha and strived to leave people with a sense that their actions, words, & mere presence was truly appreciated.

A cold wind blows to fill the vast warm void of the wake that remains without Mahalo.

You shall always be missed.  Mahalo leaves behind her homeland of Hawaii, its people, and all those from across the globe whom she welcomed and loved.


The Empty Flask

One can only be filled, when emptied

So remorse no longer when you reach

your last

Drop the thought that tells you life is

only full when lacking

Lap it up knowing full well the supply

Will soon be restocked

Peaks & Valleys, Peeps at rallies,

Life as we know is filled with both

Perhaps then Life is empty, having

Given us all we need and beyond

That very final


Everlasting Friend

Hello Friend

I’m here once again

With words so fresh

Of my feelings, I need not pretend

And The World?

How is it? You ask

Well it’s still there

As it is, perhaps cruel to the end

These words

May I share

Bleeding through my fingertips

Through wounds I can’t contend

With hope

Or without

My heart is heavy

Carries Doubt

The World is cold

Old Friend

As I said cruel

Cruel to & through the end



Destroying Beauty

Once again

Oh Hello, Friend

It’s me, I’m here once again

With words so fresh

Of my feelings, I need not pretend

Thank you

Good Bye

Now See

You soon my

Everlasting Friend