Let go of that photo,
For that's not who you are.
It is merely a frame of time
But you are timeless.
I know time hasn't always
shown you kindness,
But let go of that hurt
For that's not who you are.
Those scars don't describe
What's underneath the skin
To discover who you are,

You need only look within.

they break
what they can't buy
where i own it
the land
the deed
the deeds
the first meeting
a hand, gently, cupping her hip
i remember her
in ways she doesn't
in ways impossible
the flutter of her eyelashes
taken aback, then
softly
as a feather fall
drooping of her eyelids
curving of her lips
every moment from then
till mine, slipping off
her emerald slippers
as she groped her chest
soft panting
anticipating
no breath was there for fear
only for joy, and weeping for pleasure
but i was not there
i was already here
in mourning
for who could cherish a night so sweet
forever
surely i,
i tell you,
for i am ever there
in the midst of every meeting, i am absent
stolen away
by love's first embrace
in the coffin
in the death of life, to love, i slumber
for the sun of onus
debt to what tills the earth
i till it not
for i shall never be he who makes her
wait
till
later
i till the day, au revoir
to distant lands, yonder, seek my morrow
seek my yesterday
but today, i'm with her,
as if with child
as if burdened by an impossible future
by myriad questions,
chemistry, timetables, passports, important dates
we are alchemists
she and i,
abed
amidst the dread of toil and bore,
we are parched of pleasure
we seek it,
it is
no one else's
but ours
we mine it
between fear and flight
we fight time and being
we fight ourselves
we fight the womb, what is without that which is opportune,
the midst of our seeking
farming her waistlands
for diamonds, for oasis, for meadows, for flowers unbloomed,
i sought her mind for love
attempted
she denied me
pressed her thumb to my lips
said every word i never dared dream
a woman say
and still
ever more she spoke
and i was entranced
enraptured
askance at how
my mind
my bark encrusted body
came alive
with her grace, healing the rigor mortis
of ages past
suppleness of time, unwound in length
now newly wound in electrifying sight
awoke me
alighting the sinews of my brain
with wisdom, truth, and recognition of the life before me
truly alive, and wanting of me, from marrow to end,
and all at once
by ken i learned, how
barren
the world was
without her
despite her, even,
as, i thought, surely i had known charm, before her...
surely, i had known truth, and victory, and love, before...
nay,
i knew,
naught was i in keeping of any bauble the world trifles
in one's company,
with prices aplenty,
all to conjure the mystery, majesty, misery, and deceit of value,
only
should one glean the truth,
to sup of the waters
of love and its dew
to be there
at the hip
and taste of the river
from forefathers and ancient mothers,
from maidens and warlords
from kings and queens,
they all passed down their sweat of brow
they blood of sword and season's flow
to have us know
all for us
this was done
and you all
waste it
tirelessly
merely
talking about love

while,
i
dream it
eat of it
live it
enjoy it...

why not you?

In the grand book of time, we all have a page,
Written in ink, yet bound by a cage.
A single page, so fleeting, so small,
But we seek to turn it, to conquer it all.

The line we cross, the test we take,
The thirst for power that we mistake—
For we think we’re the authors, the ones who decide,
But in the end, we can’t run from the tide.

The pages are many, yet ours is just one,
A moment in time, a thread in the sun.
To seek more is tempting, to push past the wall,
But we lose ourselves when we forget the call.

For in trying to play the Creator's part,
We lose the wisdom of a humble heart.
The test is simple, yet it's a heavy cost:
To accept our place, and not be lost.

The bad will wander, lost in their fire,
While the good will stand, to never tire.
And when the test is done, with no more to seek,
We’ll find peace in the truth, in the simple and meek.

So let them be bad, and let us be good,
Not for glory, but because we should.
To simply be—to live, to feel,
Is the wisdom that turns the wheel.

The end will come, as all things do,
And we’ll rest in knowing, the answer is true:
The power we seek is not ours to claim,
It’s simply to be, and to honor the name.

Gardening

I planted a letter
The letter was y
It grew into a word
A word called why
The word grew to a sentence
Why? Why? Why?
The sentence over time grew into a mighty tree
And all the branches were questions why
And when the time was ripe
They bore the fruit of answers
And it was the tree of knowledge
And I took the fruit
And I ate.

Why?

Why?
Why do the birds,
fly high in the sky?

Why do babies cry?
Why do young girls lie?
Why do soldiers die?
Why do old men sigh;
“Why? Why? Why?”

Why do the birds,
fly high in the sky?
Why?

Wisdom hasn't erred
Save for men that failed
Train lest they stray
Afar from the way
But who'll firmly say
What  way holds sway?

In fashion as he that is idle
Must rejoice with the little
In vain you will blame
When indeed you fail to train
Don't the child face the cain
Alike, in sun and in rain?

Age should speak
But men now weak
While still not at the peak
Of the wisdom they seek
Who then will firmly say
What way holds sway?

El Nirvana

Unfortunately,
It takes a lot of losing,
To win a little.

Fortunately,
Once you're finished losing,
You can start winning.

Inspiration "The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life,” - Muhammad Ali

I've done some things in my past I'm not particularly fond of. I was just a lost soul trapped in the underworld. Surrounded by some demons I would say they were possessed. I grew up around drugs, gangs and seen all sorts of mess.

I was born a ******* brought into this world out of wedlock. With no father figure I feel I was doomed from the start. My thirst for knowledge made me come off as kind of odd cause in a den of thieves I only wanted to serve God.

Yet I was young, I was naiive and so I fell to temptations, that's what happens when you're green in a world controlled by Satan. I put myself in situations where I had to make a choice one would build me up and the other would destroy.

I knew I was doing wrong when I thought cops were my enemies but failed to see the ones who pulled my strings were fallen entities.

I traveled far into the underworld
but some how made it out and when I did there was God who said my child I never doubt.

So yea I've done some things in my past I'm not particularly fond of but now I am free and if you only know the old me you no longer know me... Peace be unto you.

Copyright. Sean Antonio Tyson

1 Peter 1:14: "So you must live as God's obedient children. Don't slip back into your old ways of living to satisfy your own desires".