With a mind like that
How do you let
your crops grow
Do you let the sky
feed you with its
inpermanent knowledge
Or does your mother
need to mend to you so
soul water that mama
Y'all ought to
act like you see them
Children of the Sun
done become One african
resilient all over again
they ain't done
nothing to you
Mirrors all of them

She sits upon her throne
With a crown upon her brow
A tangled mess of dead vines and bone
She holds a scepter of rotted bough

Her throne is black as obsidian
The arms are made of skulls
Around her are her subjects
these regretful wails of souls  

This is now her kingdom
This place she was delivered
All consuming fear and fire
Where prayers cannot be whispered

Even though she did not want
She will be forever despite her quell  
She pleaded and begged all for not
She is now the queen of **Hell

Every line means something.
A highway marker to you a milestone to me.
All roads end as others go on and the rest simply forget.

Do not worry over the details sweetheart simply dance on in spite of the
confusion .
Never allow them in just allow them to take for a price we are all ******
in some sense .

I played my game now its time for my final rest.
You will understand the old dogs  logic when viewed from tired eyes as well.

Forget the truths as time allows us only to recall the good.
Memories are cliff notes to reality.
A song reheard through blind thought and all to soon deaf ears .

Don't cherish what never was simply know the lines and watch me die.
recall my story through stories told and the ******* I spew.

Chase the dragon to simply know the fire .
My words were better than my truths and we will simply leave it there .

The page is all that ever matters.

How can I possibly be so deep inside my own head and still breathe?
How is there anything left in there for me to think?
The electricity pulses behind my eyes and
it hurts
Like live wires going supernova before they die
It hurts to think
It hurts to breathe
It hurts to be

how foolish are we
to think we've written
all of the words felt or sung
living between
the stage of life and death
through poems on pages
written battles lost and won

if you write
the more you live
i intend to write novels
but my words
won't always be
enough
to fill the paper lines
you try to read
in between
my bleeding pen
will run out
but i will not

They say write everyday.
Put those words to paper before you lose them.

I say.

If your words are lost so easily they were nothing more than a mental **** to begin with.

I say .

Live without writing see the ocean at sunset bask in the existence without giving a single thought of capturing it upon the page.

Don't ever fear losing something for when we fear loss all we do is waste are time that we have.

They say many things all directed at keeping you back.

I say **** them all.

Cause any person worth there salt in this life.
Isn't sitting on there *** handing out advice like some curbside therapist.

Life is the only teacher you ever need.

Just remember advice comes cheap.
And opinions are just like ******* everyone's got one .

Cheers