It was your silence that hooked me
paired with eye contact
from the first pair of eyes that
had seen me
in a while
& your smile
proved that you saw me
almost like you knew me
you chose to see me
instead of view me
this "new" me

The 1st line is always the last line
& the last time
I felt this fragile or still
I was still fragile
No pill
Can help me heap myself back into the matrix
I have to face this
By starting with the basics✌️

King Herod has ordered the death of our boys yet again/ Afraid to be outwitted he must **** them before they become men/ Start with their diets, poison their bodies with fake food/ Then poison their minds with tempting tunes/ Your 2yr old doesn't hear the reaper in the speakers/ When the pusher pushes the idea that "young ****** outta move dope" it's genius/ no at home teachers/ so they reach us/ in a place we feel parents can't connect/ what they are starved of at home they settle and accept/ from others to fill the void/ I'm not saying keep them from music but teach them the difference between that and noise/

Love isn't brittle or broken or fragile beyond composition. Love is butterflies, flying high on a mission. The proper vision places them in descriptions that we often don't see are encrypted. To read what's written you must be gifted. Get it? or get left behind. Live in the time where the rhymes helped you find loves softer side. Hard pill to swallow, wallowing on hard pillows loosing sleep. Counting sheep with Lions breath. How many are left? How many more must jump that fence before you rest?

why are your empty hands so full
what's holding you there
In a space of clutter
And clingy
And reasoning for no reason
oh the silence we carry in noise
and the noise we carry like instruments
Don't you hear the band
or opera
Or hip hop
Or choice
carry things worth holding
carry smiles
And laughter
And babies on hips
twisting to sure sounds
carry love
and kindness
In our hearts
on our sleeves
that lead to hands lent to our brother
carry memories of your father
dead but not absent
carry no more tissue
tears won't be carried in your eyes
only a bright future
and poems on a phone screen
on the first of April
1/30 is worth carrying.

smiling, frowning & laughing
all just passing
along the route, along their way
crossing sidewalks & bricks unpaved
the business man and his loafers
two lovers
4children joking
1 old man
3new workers
most are happy
some are hurting
others hunting, seeking looking to connect
the wanders wandered as if they knew what was next
a puddle caught a laugh
the rain made it echo
the business woman in the Porsche
splashed the business fellow
the hipster chick giggled
that in his suit he wiggled
just like a duck minus the feathers
however, the homeless man without shelter
nodded on in silent agreement that he was well put together
oh the places we could go
the things we could see
the people that we'd meet
hello hello there faces in the street