why are your empty hands so full
what's holding you there
In a space of clutter
And clingy
And reasoning for no reason
oh the silence we carry in noise
and the noise we carry like instruments
Don't you hear the band
or opera
Or hip hop
Or choice
carry things worth holding
carry smiles
And laughter
And babies on hips
twisting to sure sounds
carry love
and kindness
In our hearts
on our sleeves
that lead to hands lent to our brother
carry memories of your father
dead but not absent
carry no more tissue
tears won't be carried in your eyes
only a bright future
and poems on a phone screen
on the first of April
1/30 is worth carrying.

Love isn't brittle or broken or fragile beyond composition. Love is butterflies, flying high on a mission. The proper vision places them in descriptions that we often don't see are encrypted. To read what's written you must be gifted. Get it? or get left behind. Live in the time where the rhymes helped you find loves softer side. Hard pill to swallow, wallowing on hard pillows loosing sleep. Counting sheep with Lions breath. How many are left? How many more must jump that fence before you rest?

King Herod has ordered the death of our boys yet again/ Afraid to be outwitted he must **** them before they become men/ Start with their diets, poison their bodies with fake food/ Then poison their minds with tempting tunes/ Your 2yr old doesn't hear the reaper in the speakers/ When the pusher pushes the idea that "young ****** outta move dope" it's genius/ no at home teachers/ so they reach us/ in a place we feel parents can't connect/ what they are starved of at home they settle and accept/ from others to fill the void/ I'm not saying keep them from music but teach them the difference between that and noise/

The 1st line is always the last line
& the last time
I felt this fragile or still
I was still fragile
No pill
Can help me heap myself back into the matrix
I have to face this
By starting with the basics✌️

These tears are no life jacket
Shore sure seems far
A bright future can be tragic
If it doesn't lead to where you are
Love leaves us with us
Impressions on our hearts
Love leads us to distrust
Rebuilding means figuring out where to start
Perhaps the foundation is in your arms In them I always felt safe
Maybe that's where we lost who we are
Let's touch home base
Your beauty visits me most nights
Nights like this
I remember when things were right
I'll almost never forget ❤️

You should have told me this was coming
Not that I could have prepared but at least I would have been foolishly aware
You should have whispered while I loved you that you would leave me
That I'd lose so much of myself in you that in the end I'd need me
Like these shallow breaths I take
That make my Earth quake
Breaking fast at the sight of the Sun & the truth
It rises and falls and all I think of is you
I was a little bit naive by the time it was over
Was hoping to find the fourth leaf of my crazy clover
Before it took me over
I wish I could fight this feeling inside
This desire to need you to want to say goodbye

Like air to lungs
Like love to lovers
Like life to death
Till death do us part
Till God makes us see
In him we all need
One another
One after the other
Brotha & Brother
Sister 2 Sista
Like water to a well
Lets not wait until it runs dry
Eyes wont dry
Until another color cries
With us, not for us
There is only one race
the hueman race
translation
man of color
many colors of men
Color coated pain
Assorted flavors of oppression
All leave a bitter taste
In the mouth of a wordsmith
these words hit like bricks
against walls
in glass houses
with paper doll people
the revolution is being televised
because revolution cannot be heard
without being seen
focus your lense
See yourself

Do you know what its like
to have all these things
beauty
life
bursting at the seems
creativity is its mask
you hide it well
but soon enough the water rises
and the tide will swell
it will all spill over
out an onto them
people watching
family
friends
let it cover them like blankets as they sit
to be inspired by the giving in your gift

How long does a baby wait
Until the Mothers water breaks
To pass thru the gates... of time

How quickly things change
the moment we have names
victims of the game... of time

Our bodies race our minds
Only one will truly find
Peace in the design... of time

There is never enough
yet always too much
the battle of it verses us
TIME