why

why

why don't you communicate with me
is it that i just don't let things be

why doesn't your version of making the most of the day
include any care for what i might have to say

why do you make me guess
don't you know my tendency to think of me as less

why are we unknown all our lives
sometimes it feels like the souls not alive

why compare me to those you knew before
what is that makes you search for more

why am i left with loose ties
is it to be spared playing a game of lies?

feast in all the senses

when i had not the knotting of our hands, i had the day
it was glorious
more than i could ask for
certainly more than i deserve

when i had no knowing of where i stood, i had the ground
laid out before me with petals and pollen
the fragrances of blooming life
whispering and holding me near like an old lover

when i had neared the end of my aspirations, i had new ones form
before my mind, angels brought gifts
wrapped in fine paper with bright colored ribbons
i will not despair the future

when i had napalm applied to my hopes for us, i had dreams
tomorrows delights are a mystery
but not a loss, they will come
i will feast in all the senses and rejoice

nightly news

The world does not see

Our black sisters

Our black sons

Dying in the land of famine.

Being blinded by the god called mammon,

The world does not see

The world does not face

Our black sisters

Our black sons

Swollen profit trumping sunken skin

“What in the end does the Market win?”

The world does not face

The world does not stop

Our black sisters

Our black sons

Dying in the desert sun

Their grief is never done

The world does not stop

The world cannot leave

Our sisters

Our sons

For we are weaved into One

Together may we come

And see hungers effects undone

come back, little thought

come back, little thought

Fleeting 

Fumbling 

Thought

So quickly the "genius" is turned off

My muse goes on holiday in seconds

The play on words plays me 

And I can't remember where my mind just was

I try to recreate the moment

But the threads are slipping through my mental fingers

I am emotionally grieved by this loss

What was the idea? 

Think. Think. Think.

Alas

it

is

no 

good.

It 

is

gone.

Locked in a box 

Not to be shared

Lost by my cerbral cortex 

I am in the grieving process

Acceptance is eluding

Come back thought 

Come back to me

MINE rap

Mine & self

I see something in “mine”

Not at all am I fine

Self has been stealth

Counting on its own wealth

I can deflect, minimize

Just guilt, de-legitimized

An all-encompassing gloom

From which there in no room  

Yet there is a Light so bright

Self receives it like a bite

He's preexisting, no use resisting

Won’t be able to survive

Don’t see it - won’t become alive

Love of a new toy

Love of an old boy 

Pride in my selections

Pride in my reflections

It's all one big misapprehension

Self’s met its doom

It’s finding there’s no room

The Light grows bright

An end to this long selfish night