maybe you look at me different
maybe you look at me? different.
maybe you look at me differently
maybe you look at me. difference?
no matter how you look at me,
I still can’t tell if you see me…different
Animal Kingdom
meek as a lion in a pride full of victims
with an eye full of visions
time dried up his tear ducts
hailed from environments like a siren to eardrums
reigned in creeks, soaked deep in red rum
open wounds a landscape for Epsom
let out a roar, then bedlam!
and there’s no place to exit
…
nonviolent gorilla reconciling with killa’s
they say it takes a village
but the neighborhood pillaged
the fathers imprisoned
opportunism built it
then it was pain that filled it
coping has numbed all feelings
so the gun is emotion… to live you must conceal it
Spring
nature
love me enough to rain
down upon me
for I am the dirt, the vast
earth you soil
yet even in the flood and muck
I will blossom like a lotus
and rise like Ra
for spring has sprung
and my Divine nature
has arisen
and is here, to reign
I am Good
remember me
because I am good
I protect the weak
I am as kind as can be
I shelter the roamers
I counsel the lonely
truly I am good
but this nature isn’t always shone
because I have a bad rap
that people will remember more
for now
but I love you
you, as all
and you, as you
and throughout your fears
your, as all
your, as you as well
I just want your love too
fore I am truly good
and desire nothing
but good for you
5th Element
my head
leaned heavy against my hand
held up
watching a feather flutter and float
in the wind
I wondered if the bird missed it
or is it like a lost strand of hair?
it came and went
movements tug o warred between
sudden and subtle
jerking, then graceful
as if suctioned
then gusted away
becoming conscious of my own sound
it was my breath
stress,
a force of nature
Paintbrushed
there’s this gigantic paint brush in my minds eye
it has evolved a hand
grabbing the brush with my words
it dips it into a canvass of paints
as wide as an ocean
and with that brush
my words grab hold, swivel and form life
broad strokes and intricate lines
life is colorful
so are my words
for fuck sakes
paint picture create
masterpiece