Mom, I feel like watching a cartoon
Slap happy, I feel good.
Panty hose over my head
No more guns, no more dead
So I’ll raid the fridge instead.
Saturday I couldn’t wait to play,
With toys I used to hate.
Now, without those little pistols,
I rather get kissed
By the skin of my teeth
A bullet must have missed.
Anger is the alphabet
For this state I’m in.
P’s, Q’s, dots and pauses.
There are men out there
Who still burn crosses.
Driving it home ain’t talking
It won’t get you nowhere close.
Where’s the money
For your hate?
Don’t you know
You’ll stay poor?
And the men you support
Don’t give a damn
Thing about you.
Don’t give a damn
Thing to you,
Who only wanna
Screw you,
And do it
More than you do.
God sees down the years,
But we don’t.
Things shift as we make choices
Decisions in our minds
Are always fraught with voices.
Times we’ve fought, then forgotten
Licking wounds until
You find you lack the taste.
We take great Risk and Tragedy
Displays of Speed and Strength
We touch the edge of self-destruct.
We all have it.
To overcome it is just enough,
And we must. And we must.
Love and War exist.
Our climate change is in the weather,
Whether or not we fight together
We come to see. This is forever.
Forever time, God sees down the years.
For we cannot, if the future lays with fear.
We’ve got to trust, we’ve got to trust.
That things can always get better.
Mother Nature lives in our bones.
Until we’re tested, we never know.
For Our carnal instinct, our primal fear,
The rage we hold and grieve and fear,
Such transcendence we seek to find,
Beauty a reminder of what we left behind.
Our struggle is to try to live fully
Before we reach the Other Side.
The problem is we have an
Eastern Body with a Western Mind.
We share a Reality, and…
Keep doing time with the past.
The present moment we fear exposes us sheer
To the love we want for ourselves but lack.
I’m feeling something lightly, in the press.
Tune In. You’ll learn a lot.
It spoke of great tasting harm,
And mouth-watering times
Slightly, in the press.
I’m smart now.
I’ll enjoy walking around
With that egg on my face.
I want people to notice my reality,
But they’re stuck in theirs, I guess.
Too many of us who don’t listen
Can’t see past the seeds of our transgressions.
We don’t like to be happy.
That’s what they say about people.
I won’t notice that reality
Because it seems too real.
My mood has soared to the heights of hell
And it’s still too cold.
Even if there is no one around here,
Watching me,
I can burrow down so deep that it won’t show.
I won’t notice that that reality was once a TV show.
Sounds scary but I’ll live.
You do not notice the reality
In which you do not live.
Life ain’t free, but enjoy your choice.
The cheap Caribbean days are coming close.
Enjoy your life like you’re at the end of the road,
And don’t come home.
We need new slaves for free
That saved up like you did
So we can double our money.
Unlimited purchases cost a lot of miles,
Cashback flying everywhere, except inside your pocket.
The foreign skin, the sunburnt drink
How many days can we stand at market?
We’ve put our leisure in bottom drawers
We’ve dreamt of the Atlantic.
Pale with memory from every 9 to 5,
We’ve longed for the romantic.
The cheap Caribbean days,
To see what life is like to flash before your eyes,
Enjoy the only choice there was,
Your life is not free all the time.
Empathy is Poetry 