The world has no place for us
The creative, the introverted, it only accepts the best as that is its crutch
To depend on humanity's strange idea of perfection
Day in and day out, through both peace and times of insurrection
The awkward ones, the deep thinkers and the people that go by logic as well as the spirit
That speak their own truth onto the world until someone wises up and hears it.
The world has no place for you or me
To be an outsider, an outlandish freak seems to be our destiny.

The world has no place.... so we should do what we do best.... create.

A still image of a single memory
Unchanging, insultingly unwilling to age throughout the passage of time
And image that can be preserved long after one's  demise
And though occasionally  they can be edited and disguised
It's always fun to revisit  those lost times through your eyes

Clouded eyes of reason
Trailing and tracing through fogs of treason
Deranged thoughts spill in my head
Minds race and my sanity held by a thread
Smile and frown
Up and down
Hallucinations through creation
And creation through destruction
I'm a puppet on my society's string
I fear I'm no longer a human being

Patriotism these days is sonething of a damning schism
Because people think you're supposed to love your country blindly and not offer opinions or criticism
Now through this piece I might ruffle feathers and hairs I might split them
But i have a point to get a across so please listen

Now first let's address the problem of racism
It's been a long time coming but I've got a lot of thoughts to be written
First off, I'm all for being proud of your heritage and knowing your roots
And I'm all for knowing your family history and being proud like an army troop
But every time I hear someone say "the black panthers were racist" or "all lives matter" I really have to stop myself from ruining their day
The black panthers were a pro Black group in a time were thar term almost didn't exist
When being black was enough to get you killed by anyone who was a trigger happy half wit.
Secondly, you claim because they supported black power they were racist.
Well they advocated for black power when blacks had no power, and it's with ease I can say this.

It's rather late
For this kind of call isn't it?
Well I'm not one to look a Daft horse in the eye
So tell me, how wet is it?
Dripping you say?  You feel like it's about to burst from all the pressure?
Hold on for a little longer, I'll be over soon


Okay I'm Downstairs what's the status report?
It's sopping wet? Thank you for the free witty retort
I'm here, I've got my secret weapon in hand
I've got only one last question. ...

Where's the leak ma'am?

I love animals, especially birds of prey
And the eagle in particular is the one we'll discuss today
Majestic, wide wings and an almost regal personality
Seeing an eagle in flight is like watching your dreams turn into reality

Now, I didn't think of this solely for our heavily feathered friends
I thought of Eagles because someone reading this could think that the hard time they're in won't end.

Well, like an eagle, use the wind of the storm to carry yourself beyond the pain
We're all here for you, you're an eagle in all but name

His hair is short and white
Twilight years of what counseling and wisdom brings
We all must cross over;
However, why must we accept the aging process?

Scented with coconut oil, his hair shines
Brighter under the Caribbean sunrise
I wish for him to texturizes it,  
Without losing his identity, without damaging
The roots of the follicles succulent extremity

Nervously, he runs his fingers through the ends
Making it seems like  if everything is alright.
For me, I long to see his youth again
The Afro, the look, the seventy trends;
Someone, up North love and adore her friend