Past and Future stabled together – both present, tethered, and unstable.
Kindred ghosts pushed-pulled by a hopeful anxiety, agitated by the yet unknown morning, eager to be free. And once freed, breaking fast, bolt-bursting, in competition – in unison, leaving Present to peer from the darkness – who will win after all?
past, present and future are uncomfortable stable-mates
What's done is done,
What's said is said, So cast those regrets upon the dead. When gone is gone, When past is past, Let go the ruins that still hold fast. Where all was all, Where then was then, Drink up those dreams of troubled men.
He’s ash now.
He played with ash back then. He’s dirt. He was dirt back then. He snatched their slums and their palaces But now he can’t live in either. He pumped out dirt into the river back then. He’s going back to the river now.
Back then... When i was about 10... I was boy pretending to be a man... Always around my brothers... But they never wanted me to hang around... But i grew... Lookin up to them... Cause i was down... Dumb and young... Wanted to know the street code... Cause thats the way to break success codes.. That...was wrong mission.. I was aiming at... I just got told by a wise kid... He was just eight... Told me... To follow my dreams.. Thats only gold... I have.... My parents...said school... 12 years...as a slave Lose some my friends.. We dig graves... I wish to see them... When am back then... At my raising grounds -kay🌹
droplets raked the dirt
pouring pounding the sleep from our eyes the kind that Netflix and Hollywood send to sets where the ground is scorched where we mourn the hads and thens the eds and the whens and we dance in the puddles and the creeks and wish for sunnier days
I desperately needed you then
now, I desperately need you to let go.
at the end of the day
if all falls through and i end up with some distaste for you thanks for being kind