slipped glyph.
this and that; wracked
in some silly, heady
packrat skyscraper
of leaning light.

then's flicker of vague regret hangs around, because life.
because letting go is never really, ever, fully possible.
misremembrance -now- retracing my..

it was
as though
you had written,
signed and
sealed those
few words
themselves,
with your own
blood and bone

and yet i
can-
not recognize
my own
penmanship
anymore,

nor this, here,
outstretched hand.

howamievenhere?

*because a winged thing, other,
has this history
by the tail,

and your thoughts are not your own

I sometime wonder is it worth being black
Always fearing for your life even when you're trying to the right thing

I sometimes feel like I should just pull the trigger myself
The white man going to do it anyways so why let him have all the fun

I sometimes feel like that cliff is my best friend
Seems like it's the only offering the freedom that of my dreams

I sometimes wonder why this is even up for debate
The answer to me is rather clear just need to pick the date

A boy with a bear was sitting in his room.
The bear was missing an eye
and the thread was unraveling
but his mother promised to fix him up
to make him new again.

They were going to his friends house
and his mom told him to leave his bear
But the boy didn't listen.
That bear was his heart and soul.

It was a warm summer day
the sky was bright blue
not a cloud could be seen
and the boy opened his window.

Don't stick your arms out the window.
The boy didn't listen.
Don't stick your bear out the window.
The boy didn't listen.

He wanted his bear to feel the warm air
in the same way he did.
He just wanted the bear
to feel the warm air.

But with one large bump,
the boy lost his grip
and down, down, down it goes
into the street-like abyss

But he didn't say anything.
He didn't know how to speak.
His bear helped him and now he's gone
somewhere on the side of the street.

The boy closed his eyes
shaking his head
and he slowly closed his window.
His mother breathed a sigh of relief.

He stared out the window.
He didn't look back.
He turned a blind eye
to his own unraveling thread.

Where is your bear?
I dropped it
You dropped it?
I dropped it

By the time they went to look,
it was already too dark
and the bear was gone
and so was the boy

I dropped it
I dropped it
*I dropped it

Take the keys and drive
and drive and drive
don't look back just drive.
The girl cruised down the highway
hanging onto the wheel
foot pressed ******* the accelerator
forcing her eyes to stay open.
Drive away, drive away, drive away.
The car can only go so fast.
Why can't this feeling of freedom last?
As the gas light blinks on
the girl blinks her eyes hard
and looks to the horizon once more.
She is not far enough away yet
but the need to leave is stronger
So she ignores the light
eventhough it's wrong.
Racing at a speed deemed unsafe
especially with the gas light on.

To me, you are a paradise
Stretched far beyond the mind's frail grasp
What glory found on simple sands
Could elicit such awestruck gasp?

None other, love, but you alone,
Could promise such without a word,
But with a look, a simple touch,
Make silent sentiment so heard.

Endless summer, boundless heaven,
Far from the path I thought to trod;
You've echoed hymns they've never sung
Words written by the hand of God.