The sentence has been level by the courts.
All because of your choice.
A decision that has cost you so much.

And here you are carrying on a tradition.
One prison, one call and one black man.

So you shot an associates over words.
Over a business deal.
And by that choice you have made yourself a living hell.

Cause you one black male in one prison assigned to one cell.

Did you care about that mother?
Friends, family of even your woman or child.

Oh, blame not the system for perfect it has never been.
Not with decisions are placed i politicians hands to use accordingly.

But blame yourself for not dealing with law.
Which in various ways guides us all.

Now you're a number working like a slave.
Than if, they brought that back.
Then you still complain.

take the hurt away
let love stay,

take the pain away
let love say,

take the tears away
let love today,

take it all, i pray




© 2016 B.L.
All Rights Reserved.

ALL  WILL  BE  REVEALED,  IF  NOT - THEN
THERE  IS  NOTHING;  GIVE  ME  THE  TUNNEL
WITH  WHITE  LIGHT  AT  THE  END,  LIFT
MY  SPIRIT  WHICH  LOVE  WILL  TRANSCEND,  
LET  ME  SEE THE  DUST  ON  THE  LIGHTS,
NOW  THAT  I'VE  RISEN  TO  NEW  HEIGHTS,
BY  ASTRAL  PROJECTION,  MY  RESURRECTION  
IS  COMPLETE - FROM  UP  HERE  EVERYTHING
LOOKS  SO  NEAT, SPREAD  OUT  ALL IN  ROWS,
I'M  FLOATING  ALL THE  TIME BUT  NO  ONE  KNOWS
WHERE  WE  MIGHT  FINALLY  REST  IN THE  END,
I  COULD  TELL  YOU  BUT  PERHAPS  I'LL  JUST  PRETEND
THAT  I'M  STILL  IN  MY  BODY  LYING  PROSTRATE,
BUT  TO  TRAVEL  AGAIN  I  JUST  CAN'T  WAIT.

Silent serpent of length unknown
Eats at its tail, a hungry beast
Further enters the dark world grown,
Slithers into a deadly feast

Fooled, it judges itself so wise,
Insatiable satiated with deceit,
Broken and bent, relentless it tries
Wrenching pain as white and black meet

Proud smirk betrays its resting place
Exchanged terror resides with guile
Scything gleam of the hooded face
Swiftly rides past, a minute a mile

No snake lies where it had once been
Save an etch in thoughts of passers by
Many a struggle in this plane seen
Merge with elements that can not die.

This poem has the shape of a mirror,
       The mirror has your face:
  Quick sculptures emerge from the mind,
With grace of fountains it spills,
         Waters of memory
Buried deep in a stormy sky,
     Hexahedrons of every moment
Form a cage of infinite faces,
           I cannot look away.
I sink into the many sided eyes,
        The apparitions of making love,
This poem is your world imperceptibly
          Populating the prisms of my heart,
    The empty rooms grow more
And more secluded,
       I am petrified into your mind,
Your body of light blinding,
   Thick drops of ink bleed from me,
    Final cigarette
Where the dawn comes to haunt,
      A laughter
Like a foliage of sounds
     In the meadow of us,
But you are everywhere
    And not here with me,
I write a passionate calligraphy
    On the dark corridors of the soul,
You are manifest lasting as long
     As these words of shrapnel
Travel the echoes of the polyhedra.