I'm Building Blocks ...  
While Those On Top ...  
Prefer To .... " BLOCK " ....  

That's ILLOGICAL ...
Ask ... " Mister Spock " ... ?!?!?  
  
Human Nature Goes With DANGER ... !!!  
As It Now Does With Greed For Paper ... !?!  
  
Paper Used By Corporate Crews ...  
You Can't Eat Cash Try Eating FOOD .... !!!  
  
Those Are Words For GREEDY Fools ... !!!  
  
Those Who Choose ...  
To Now MISUSE ...  
This Thing Called Cash ...  
  
Then Wonder WHY ... ???  
Stock Markets CRASH ... !?!  
  
That's NOT ME Believe I'm Cool ...  
  
But Greed Gives Clues ...  
As Do These Shady Money Crews ... !!!!!!  
  
There Are Some Moves ...  
We Should Not Use ... !!!  
  
Like BLOCKING Views ...  
Or BLOCKING Those Who Raise Issues ...  
  
Because One Day ...  
You May Block Things That Benefit YOU ... !!!  
  
So What's A Guy Supposed To Do ...  
When People Try To BLOCK The Truth ... !?!  
  
Especially From Our Wayward Youth ... ???  
  
It Seems So Strange To Play These Games ...  
  
Those Who BLOCK ...  
Are Bound To ROT ...  !!!!!  
  
And May End Up ...  
Somewhere REAL HOT ... !!!!!  
  
Devilish Moves Are Just NOT Shrewd ... !!!!!  
  
Why Be Like THAT ... ?!?  
These CLOSED DOOR Clans ...  
Are NOT SO Nice ...  
And Want To KEEP ...  
The BIGGEST Slice ... !!!!!  
  
They'll Pay The Price ...  
For ... Blocking Plans ...  
That They Devise ...  
Cos' Moves They Make ...  
Are ... Just NOT Wise ... !!!  
  
Just Look At Jobs ...  
  
Fools Who Block Tend To Get Knocked ...  
And Move Themselves Into ... "TIGHT Spots" ... !!!!!  
  
How Many Times Do People Find ... ?  
That People Who Have Had Paths BLOCKED ...  
Work Their Way Right To The TOP ... !!!!!!  
  
While Those Who Try To Make Them Flop ...  
Are BITTER Til' The Day They're BOXED ... !!!!!  
  
Why Do They Try To HOG Top Spot ... ?  
  
Egos Leave Them On The Rocks ... !!!!!  
And YES You've Guessed They Eventually FLOP ... !!!!!!  
  
And Doors They've BLOCKED ...  
Become ... UNLOCKED .................................................................­  
  
Check Out Bruce Lee In The ... " Big Boss " ...  
  
The STRONG Will Face A Fool Who Blocks ... !!!!!  
And This Results In Loss of Blood And Similar Stuff ... !!!!!  
  
DON'T ... Huff and Puff ...  
And Make ... DUD Plots ... !!!  
  
Those Who Block Get Double Crossed ... !!!!!  
Some Oh Yes ... Will Call Your Bluff  
And Make You Scream ...  
  
... " I've had enough ! " ...  
  
And Then Break Up ...  
Your ... "Private Club" ... !!!  
  
I'd Rather Shake Hands ...  
And Enter Into ... " Conversations " ....  
To ... BUILD On Blocks And STRENGTHEN Plots ... !!!!!  
  
Those Who Block Should ... Take A Sec ...  
STOP And CHECK How Corporations Cash BIG Cheques ... !!!  
  
They MERGE To Get Those Big RETURNS ... !!!  
And Build STRONG Herds So They DON'T BURN ... !!!  
  
Those Are Words From Which TO LEARN ...  
  
To Now Exist ...  
We NEED To Study ...  
  
.... " Capitalists " .... !!!  
  
And Then RESIST Dumb Ego Trips ... !!!  
Words Like This Leave Folks Equipped ...  
To Do What's Right And YES ... UNITE ... !!!!!!  
  
Black And White And Asian Types ...  
Need To BLOCK Our STUPID Fights ... !!!  
  
UNITY HELPS ... Humanity ... !!!!!  
  
While This Word GREED Leaves Some To BLEED ... !!!  
And That's Something ... People DON'T NEED ... !!!!!!  
  
See ...  
EVEN Those In Poetry ...  
Seem ... KEEN To BLOCK ...  
A Man Like  Me ... ?!?  
  
I Guess That's Cos' My Poetry Is So DEADLY ...  
And Because Of Course I'm So SCARY ... !!!  
  
I Figure That's What Racists See ... ???  
Why Harbour Such Hypocrisy ....  
  
We're Here To Share Our Views FREELY ........................................  
  
But Some It Seems Are Blocking FIENDS ... !?!  
Who ... DON'T Believe In Building Teams ...  
  
They Believe In CONTROLLED Speech ...  
And CLEARLY Are The ... " Bourgeoisie " ... !!!  
  
They Normally Preach ...  
And Sadly Now Too Many Teach ... !!!!!  
  
No Wonder Kids ...  
Prefer The Streets ...  
  
The Youth Now NEED REALITY ...  
Cos Many Face BRUTALITY .... !!!!!!  
  
That's Something ...  
We NEED TO BLOCK ... !!!!!  
  
Cos' Time Ticks On .........................  
  
Sep... ar ... ation  
  
NEEDS To ... " STOP " ... !!!!!  
And Then Death Tolls ...  
Might FINALLY ... drop ...  
  
I'd Rather Connect Than DISRESPECT ... !!!!!!!!!  
  
BLOCKERS NEED TO OPEN UP ...  
And Reject ... " LESS " ... !!!!!!  
  
And Let Their Egos ...  
... Take A Rest ... !!!  
  
I Guess My Words May Make Them Vex ... !?!  
Because My Views Are SO Direct ... !!!!!  
And DON'T Protect Their ... "SECRET Sect" ... !!!  
  
But When I See The Way They Be ...  
It Makes Me Write THIS Poetry ... !!!!  
  
I'll Say It AGAIN ... !!!!!!  
  
BUILDING Teams And  UNITY ...  
Will Help To Make That CASH MONEY ... !!!  
  
And Help To Feed ...  
The Young Who NEED ...  
To See Grown People Who AGREE ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
  
So They Can LEARN To STOP The ROT ... !!!!!  
  
And BUILD For EACH OTHER ...  
............ NOT Plot To ............  
  
.... " BLOCK " ....

you can’t hold the weight
of the pain pulling down your face
forming the unpleasant stares,
corroding an unpleasant gaze.
you can’t hold your weight
without leaning on the cupboards-
but the wood’s about to break!
cover the mess behind closed shutters.
i try to hold your weight,
just a fraction,
but a hurt man hurts
without care for their actions!
and you begin to say
that the high horse
is in between my aching legs,
trying to carry you safely to bed!
i know i’m no escape
or a crutch
but to say i’m an enemy-
**** yourself to your grave!

-i didn’t mean it
i didn’t mean to say
the words you think of
every day.
i didn’t mean it
i hurt you today,
the pain, i can take it,
just to see you stay.

Numbing comfort bubbles (are),
tools of a privileged struggle,
like staring, lost, into the flames.
They keep me warm,
so; throw on the bodies, the trees,
it's all the same.



There's one flowing stream
that never dries up,
babbling drugs sports desire.
If I don't douse myself
from this stream, babbling bubbles,
I'll catch on fire.

But then, eventually,
we all burn on His pyre.
Cold comfort,
keeping others warm.

I learned the language of words
but also that of signs –
which lies are welcome,
which truths unspeakable,
which sentences explode,
which soothe like a cool breeze.

I whispered to hide my foreign vowels.
I learned to be seen and not heard –
to soothe my joints, white with anger,
and the yellow bruises of shame.

I practiced insincerity
and swift apology,
hoping new linguistics
might arise from generations
of politeness mispronounced.

But the years spilled into
a new millennium and
I learned – however much
you love a language,
it may not love you back.

I deserve to be with someone
who isn't confused
about the feelings
they have for me

I don’t want time to cool off after getting mad
I want you to prove that you’re sorry
Stop asking what you can do to make it better
Don’t just sit there and repeat back to me
Offer me suggestions and do them anyway
Beg my forgiveness down on your knees
Spend the next eight hours overthinking
Get angry and expressive, ******* unfreeze
Fight back, take up a weapon and strike
God knows I’ve given you a million to date
Or deliver an overblown romantic gesture
It could be literally anything I’d appreciate
Hey, can you listen? It’s not that hard
Do I have to scream to be heard?
I don’t think I’m making an impact
You still stand there undeterred

Body, forgive my anger.
I know this illness is woven in your foundations.
I know you know no different.
This useless shell I have been gifted is only genetics.
You try your best,
I understand.
I try to.
You do only as you know how,
This pain is the only tool you have to break.
I know this.
Forgive my frustration.
My existence has been wrought with this suffering.
I cope the only way I know how.
I am not angry at you,
How could I be,
You have carried me like a mother.
Understand this loose host of elastic joints is just temporary,
This unholy soul is just unsettled.
Body, forgive my anger,
I know you don't know what else to do.

I’m the only one with dirt on my hands,
I’ve been crossing my fingers and snapping rubber bands.
And the fragments and pieces build into a story,
I transformed it to a thesis; the quality’s too low for me,
and I never set my expectations too high,
as should I, a lack of truth and abundance of lie.
My oh my and by the by.

There’s cracks in my ceiling and head,
there’s splinters in my skin and my bed,
there’s poison in the words I was fed.

I’m the only one missing pressure on my shoulders,
replaced the gentle weight with two heavy boulders.
I was wishing on satellites thinking they were stars,
breaking free from embraces thinking they were bars,
admiring fireflies not realizing they were cars
but I’m painfully aware of my own
scars.
I’m holding open seminars
to these memoirs of ours.

There’s cracks in my ceiling and shell,
there’s craters in my heart where I fell,
there’s holes in each story you tell.