A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun
The Earth turns upon Axis, once more, has it won, and yet neither here nor there will we be, until the death of this sun
So small, is each life, so vast, why build strife? Why build walls?
What point is it to divide? To conquer? Questions I ask, yet so many questions, I myself have failed to ask and live so who I am, when in a way, I have also lied, in essence create divide?
Protagonist in chief, no antagonistic thief, media thievin’ ya, but when governance fails to uphold the standard of human decency, who is it, brother, oh sister, that be deceivin’ ya?
Who is it that be deceivin’ ya?
A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun…
picked up a pen, I picked up a pen, done picked up a pen, put to paper, let my fingers dance on the keyboard like I’m making music except I’m listening to music and writing a free flow O-riginal piece for all y’all to peruse
if I didn’t take my style way back, where would I be, where would I go, how would I see, what would I know?
influences, influences, I got my influences, and they got their nuances, nuances, and then when I roll words, I got my nuances, nuances,
or nuisance, is it all just a nuisance, a nuisance!
so cold, this world, got me feeling, election 2016, we the people, got us reeling, we reeling
but this is exactly what we need, so we can get at healing savagely, and we heal collectively, then finally the pen will be put down and these fingers can stop dancing cause at last, at last, so free.
Ripe with chaos, it seems we’ve arrived, with a real life orange Oompa Loompa to the right, & a pants suit wearing Pinocchio on the left side
of both aisles
Aisles that seem more like trials because in the vastly divided middle, there is but one voice,
crying far above and venting its frustration.
How can we ever be a land of the free if there are those among us denied
basic rights & respect, my it seems we’ve lost our stride. Da-damn media deceivin’ ya, would you be believin’ uh, this scenario, if I told you about it two years since…
Since we lost focus on keeping the focus on Love & Equality. Yes Love, Yes Equality, because if we can’t be Free, we might as well have those two values going for us. Yet we value, not, not,
a single collective thing
That’s why voices sing
That’s why bullets ring
That’s why we’re lost
That’s why we’ve got nothing on moss
Yes the simplest of life, that grows in the Dark, always striving towards the Light.
So I leave you tonight, with these thoughts as we drift along, through our collective Dark Night
of a Shared Soul, one that we are all linked by an invisible thread
If you follow it to the source, you’ll see the yarn’s been spun, long ago written, and here we are just about to drift off to bed
Now read that in the past as read
Tread lightly children, for what of the world are we leaving for our children?
With a vote to the Right, or a vote to the Left, a Nation divided stands without rest, though Greatness sleeps.
Now there lies the rub, ain’t this shit deep!
sometimes I wanna scream,
sometimes I wanna dream
why can’t I soar?
why can’t I find the seam…
to be great?
it’s late at night,
I’ve got my fate
clutched in a bottle,
in a puff of smoky hollow
and it’s too
I don’t know.
do you know?
so nowwwwwwww, what?
excuse me as I marinate
a new goal,
fueled by dreams
foot on the throttle,
soaring as I sing
with a soft poetic Truth & uh
please let my message seduce
take ya from perceiving to
oh please let you follow me
now please let me rest, see
just rest, see
can I rest, please?
hollow, so hollow, hollow, I
lost in the smoke and
too many broken bottles, I,