A Lost Mans Worries

A lost mans worries 

What happens when the moon goes behind the clouds

Does it rest 

A days work deserves a nights chore 

The suspense of disbelief 

Reflecting only what shares its light 

The sun or the son

Basic dialogue that gasp at the beast I refuse to believe exist 

A cannon of thoughts haphazardly tilted in the direction of my imagination 

Eyes that refuse to squint 

An obscured destination of progress 

Elements I refuse to accept

Resist 

The texture of the situation

Course 

The River Speaks

On my way home I stopped by the river
Thought I'd catch some wisdom floating down stream
A peace of mind
Its direction of flow was understood and not up for discussion
I spoke loud and clear to its murky complexion
Wondering if my words penetrated its unstable surface
Curiously judging its depths
Then it dawned on me
This rush of high quality H2O was a sign of hope
Making its way around bends and turns
Highs and lows
In search of its final destination

I likened it to life
A psychological journal of entries based with emotion
Seasonded with experiences
Watered down with excuses
Night then day
Just as sure as morning comes
I'm reminded that the future is inevitable
Delicate, fragile, and should be handled with care
My destiny awaits
No favorites
It's fair
As it's rebellious currents influenced by climate crash into the banks which stand on guard
The river spoke loud in clear
Swift and sincere
Keep on living
Your direction is not up for discussion.

Just Words

What's pain without a story
Half moons help track the days
Sunshine
Head on collisions with the shore
The waves
Emotions that pursue thoughts
Coast line to coast line
Blind folded races toward the horizon
Back in forth motion
Ash from burnt logs
Journal entries
Lyrical lotion for dehydrated responses to this lost art
Just words they say
Feelings that call sleeves home
Fingers that speak without talking
Pointing out fault
Ideas with passports
No legs
But walking
Pen ink attacking the lines on paper
Battery
Words you refuse to hear
Poetic assault on your ear drum
I lust in its harmony
The mind is it's own place
If these are just words I'll continue to take them with me.

Whatcha Call It?

A drug that help is unfamiliar with
Dangerous if used with the wrong intention in mind
Loose lips that recklessly rewrite the origin of its meaning
It hibernates in my heart
I use the verbal form of it from time to time
The decision is mine
I speak it with my chest
Proud to call it mine
The utterance of it in the form of a whisper send chills up and down ones spine
It matures like  immature  wine over the years
Travels in and out of season like trees
It's color varies like the warm and soft earth tones of leaves
A postal stamp on a relationship
It's public perception creates a buzz that rivals bees
It begs for attention
Please please please

It has no desire to be minimized to narrow comparison
It's that determination to carry on with a cycle
No hesitation
Mocking the track record of the Moon faithfully following the Suns lead
That stone that holds the stoop
That seed planted on the banks is only as strong as it's roots
Shall not be moved
If used properly
Last will be first, perhaps running a race alone
Filled with random taste
You would swear you heard it in a song
Neither right or wrong like life it carries on
Love!

 

Birthday

 Loud claps symbolizing rhythmic beats
Drowning out the many hearts giving up secrets
Patch work the leaks
The moment you've been waiting for
A surprise
No bun, just meat

Singing "the song" is so cliche' but a must
What's a birthday that goes unnoticed, never mentioned
Don't  obliterate the cake
the  sapor, they're endless
Christmas time
The city
The reckless misuse of sugar
Age old techniques for  mixing  punch
The pity

Maybe something sweet like the nectar from honeysuckle
Perhaps vanilla to keep things simple
Devils Food Cake
The opposite of heaven sent
Chocolate with little flakes of freshness
The coolness of  peppermint

The gifts, the laughs, the hugs, the kiss
No rain, just sun on your day
The candles, your wish

The texture of the lips pressed to blow them out
A seed is  planted mentally
 Thoughts ignited  before the discharge of air in the direction of heat
 Face expression that's meek
No mask, no filter, it's your day
I speak
Mimicking the sound of thunder
Loudly I repeat
 Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday

Just Cry

Life is filled with its fair share of obstacles and challenges
Some at which feast on your inner core
Don't run, hide, or lie about your circumstance
Be real with yourself
Just cry

It is then when raw emotions take ownership of the room
Like brooms, hands sweep moisture from the cheek
No food and the closest thing you have to a check don't hit until next week
Just cry

Friends that didn't speak up
Knew the truth
Lips stayed tight like perhaps one was blowing warm soup
Just cry

He said he would make it this time
A son wishing his dad would watch him play
Another missed call,voicemail, fake cough, he's sick
Just cry

Another young soul arriving to a death date reservation to soon
To the mothers picking out their babies last outfit like she once upon a time did his first
My my my
Just cry

These tears we cry say more than any cluster of words
Share your story
Something as natural as a baby whimpering for attention
Tears can move mountains and those with hearts will sympathize with your pain
No longer is this a sign of weakness
Speechless as they roll
Just cry

Another family member, another friend, captured and held as a prisoner to drugs
Their soul
Such a beautiful warm spirit
Missing a hug
Nothing like thicker than water, we're blood
Like pants that don't fit we're that tight type of love
Just cry  

When that soldiers flag is folded and presented grave side
Did all he could for his country
No weapons needed
His legacy shall survive
Just cry

When you think of the past
Just cry when you think of the present
Just cry when you think of the future
Just cry when you think of the next generation believing everything they hear in the music

Why celebrate black history

With heart of gold
It doesn't surprise me my people were stole
Night get cold
Backs bend by force but souls don't fold
Shoes that get along with the road
What I mean is our people marched a lot

Black is my life because it's what I am
Not by choice
Of course
But with my mouth shut I have no voice
So I choose to speak out

The lack of money doesn't bother me one bit
Caramel, peanut butter, honey, gold, mustard, cornbread
And the list goes on
If you know what I mean
Put the shoe on it fits
It's the colors of my race which makes me rich

Smiles
Yea they're hard to find now a days
Maybe it's because the history books don't tell that blacks help pave the way

With their backs against slavery's wall
They came close to the edge
To pledge
Not to the flag
More like cotton sacks and rags
Masta beat' cha if you lag
I gag
Pants on, belt loose, pre swag
Because we're of African descent gives us the right to brag
To not celebrate our American history is like walking with your eyes closed
You zig zag

Clear your throat
Don't choke, no joke
No matter what your race is
If you believe in God
We where all made in his image
Therefore we're kinfolk

We should celebrate our history for what it's done for us
For us not to embrace it
Leaves our race like a body with no blood
Dead
Instead try to get knowledge
Not the kind you get in bed
College
Where dope heads homestead
It's takes you and me to take a stand
By not celebrating our history
We become our own ku klux klan

Quick to say whites owe us and what they did was so cruel
Old news, new news
Let your education be your 40 acres and a mule

So what if I don't own a pool
I have a nice garden tub to dream in
Fair East Side
But this ain't Lean On Me
And I ain't Morgan Freeman

Hold your head up and be proud to be black
Afros, fades, braids, locks
Doesn't it feel good to be the cream of the crop
Stop
Loosen you neck and look back
Let your brain be the gun and cock back
Open your mouth and pierce minds with facts that relax complicated thoughts
Call the cops?
The most they can do is charge you with assault with a deadly weapon
Just think if your mouth and mind can do all that
Who needs a Smith and Wesson