I walk the stones each Sunday
I leave flowers as I walk
Not for certain people
Just in case the spirits talk

I left a rose for Eleanor
Gone 100 years
Just to let her know that
Someone still sheds tears

There's lots to learn while out here
Walking through the stones
Listen close to all the voices
That aren't as silent as their bones

There are soldiers who died fighting
For freedom they did die
From the beginning of our country
Who now beneath us lie

They fought the revolution
Some fought in Vietnam
Some died lost deep inside themselves
Now, folks don't give a ****

There's many here of children
From the old orphan home
They found them buried out in back
So, there their spirits roam

The grass is kept up nicely
Though the stones are left to rot
I try to clean them up a bit
I guess I'm all they've got

I started out just walking
Now, I clean the stones while here
I give them the respect they miss
I can feel their spirits near

So next time you're out walking
And you want to stretch your bones
Bring a brush down to the graveyard
We'll take a walk among the stones

To instil fear into others, as a way to make them show you respect,
Is being afraid you will not be respected for who or what you really are.

Respect the time
Then only time will respect you.

The back and forth.

The contradictions.
The inconsistency.

Compassion is not an inconvenience, remember that.

A girl,
She is someone's daughter, sister, mother or wife
She is worshipped as goddess
But she is not respected the way she should be
She is always brutalized by men
People say that she was wearing short dress
Or she was in a party till late night
Or she was speaking openly with boys
Hello there I wanna say something to you
Yes you listen to me
If you think this be the reasons for a girl getting *****
Man seriously you need to clean up your head.

You march down the road with candles in your hand
You put statuses in social medias
Hashtag trends for a few days
And after a few days everything is normal
The victim either dies or suffers the whole life
And the criminal is always left aside

You know the problem with our generation is that
We think posting on social media will do everything
Marching down the road with a candle in hand
Man it's not gonna help
March down the road with the criminal
Punish him lawfully so that
No one dares to do such thing ever again.
Raise your voices against ****

We say men and women are equal
But both are being *****
They need to be protected
So tell people to respect
Be it a male or female.

Not every case comes out in media or news
We people need to change our views.

The rapists need to be hanged
So that no other daughter, sister, mother or wife gets *****.

A person's stature
Is never to be measured
By height.

No, I've never felt
Such calm and such peace,
As when I have walked
These crowded streets.

With nods and smiles,
They call out to me,
To offer me greetings,
Or something to eat,

"Do you need a smoke, sir? "
"Hey,  I've got some ****, "
"It's always good to see you
Here,  Mr. C."

I just smile and I nod,
And say nothing at all,
I just give them a wave,
And remind them to call.

The dealers,  the junkies,
The sets and police,
They all know my name,
On the cracked Houston streets.

I know it's respect that
They're showing to me,
For all that I've done as
Who I used to be.

The scars on my knuckles
Still have yet to fade,
I carry my violence
And two deadly blades.

And those who once knew me,
As I was before,
They bow and they nod,
And they offer me more.

Go ahead
Strip me down
And let my bare skin glisten in the moonlight
Like a lost penny.
Smooth, rich and brown

Stroll strategically towards the stranger
That you wish to straddle between your thighs
Yet never know intimately

Haven't you noticed that my thoughts stream on infinitely?

Flawlessly they stretch out
And might even strike a cord with you
Like a string quartet enveloping
your world with an influx of sound
If only you'd let them

I could take your mind to the brink with a wink
And single link of the syllables inside my head
Yet, I just nod politely

Fine.
Sink into the couch with me
And without a blink drink in my nakedness
Like an alcoholic ogling a bottle of Jack's at the side of a liquor store

Stroke the corpulent curves that you so desire
No need to straggle
Or strive to garner any form of familiarity

You've unbuttoned my shirt with your fingers
But why can't I undress you with my words?