There ain't nothing wrong
with fighting, son.

It scares the children, sure,
but so, too, would anything
we try to shield them from.

Fighting fortifies the lively
as much as it destroys
the ignorant and apathetic.

Therefore protect your mind
against those poisons, and
purge them from others
when necessary.

My eyes are the beholder of thy beauty,
My eyes are the witness of thy dark side too.

My eyes can see thy kindness,
My eyes has seen thy grim side too.

My eyes can look through thy skin,
My eyes shies away from thy look too.

My eyes are wisdom
My eyes are ignorant.

My eyes can see everything around,
I still dissemble to be stone-blind and conceal the fear.
As the truth of my eyes were muted
by the self-styled landlords.

My naive eyes therefore chose to remain silent for the world.

Bina Mukherjee

Serving up some Chinese, with the chopsticks
swervin with some buckled knees, like I'm hot ****
mental back and forth jeez, I am not this

aw **** uh
tight black jeans, spiked red crocs
pleasures of the flesh, servin mommy big rocks
maybe we don't mesh, get your little brother shot
blow him out his Tommy socks he brought a Glock I brought my ****

double bands, money knot
shooters aiming at your spot
make em twirl and make em drop
make em do the Bunny Hop
pop pop hop hop
make em run I moonwalk
try it with the smooth talk
make your bed with white chalk
****** nose I'm Rudolph
snowy sleigh and flew off
say your piece get booed off
get your melon blew off
****

Silver linings of corona ***** I always got a mask
12 get curious they watch always watch me from the back
Never catch me sober carry flask after lask
And when the pills hit time to take em all to task

A hand cast the jigsaw pieces
of my redemption wide
and I walk to find them

Gapped puzzle patches showing
a veneer beneath, of reasonable quality,
are nonetheless an irritant

The late game phase
I assumed would be easier
has not especially yielded fruit

Still reliant on chanced epiphanies
this approach lacks the efficiency
my bald head and white whiskers
belie

You seem to ignore
The swollen air
That floods my lungs tonight
.
There's a heavy barrier -
An ocean reef -
That I pick at with my fingers
.
My tongue trips
On uneasy words to say
Hold me here
And we will pretend
That we are all okay

I am mad that work is toilsome.
I am mad that I do stupid things.
I am mad at ignorance.

I am mad that my back hurts.
I am mad at money.
I am mad at anxiety.

I am mad that rest is exhausting.
I am mad that I can't sleep through the night.
I am mad at my clouded mind.

I am mad that breathing and touching are dangerous.
I am mad at being told where and when I can go.
I am mad that people are sick.

I am mad that so much bad has happened.
I am mad because I am lonely.
I am mad at pride.

I am mad that social media gets me bent out of shape.
I am mad that we don't agree.
I am mad at fear.

I am mad that we hurt each other so much.
I am mad that I cry.
I am mad that I get so sad.

I am mad that depression captures me.
I am mad that I fail.
I am mad that I care what people think.

I am so mad about so much
but Jesus is still patient with me.