Hit some ***** at the driving range
Watched some of Bourne Identity
Trying to sync an Ipod

Eternally exhausted
Life the terrible burden
Some guy named Jesus
Gives a **** about me

Cool beans Jesus
I guess I'll keep praying

I try to be good
And do what is right

Breathing kind of heavy
Tired

And all I will ever get
Is endless toil

So tiring this life
I really don't like living here

Of course young Americans
Can't find good jobs

Our country is ruined
Trillions of dollars in debt

At least I had a good eggplant for dinner
It's the small things in life
That make it enjoyable I suppose

I am a keeper
There are others like me

Always observing

I went on a relaxing drive that evening
I saw the man in the second floor of his expensive home

This memory so clear

Some are tuned in to the television

I am tuned in to Earth

I will often drive my car
Observing, listening
A man on his rocking chair
In his living room
An old woman makes her way through the kitchen
A woman pulls up to her home

These are all scenes
Memories in my mind
And they are mine
I keep the times

Mother earth
Ancient mother

This planet is a great mystery
This life is like a waking dream

I walk alone

The seeker
The keeper
For what I am seeking I do not know
I do not think it can be found on Earth

The keeper of the times

Reach out to me
Squeeze my hand
Yes, its nice to be touched sometimes

Or perhaps a friendly hug

This life is quite lonely
Nobody told me
I am learning that for myself

The therapist
I doubt she understands
She is kind
But I doubt she understands

Perhaps I will go on a walk
Up that street
To the Iron Gates
Of The Monastery

Wandering, wandering
More times
I am keeping the times

Observing, watching, listening
There is a great beauty
In this way

And I am so tired
It must be life that makes me eternally tired
On and on I walk
Thousands of miles

I would only ask for a bit of bread perhaps
Or a cup of water

I am a kind hearted soul
I will compliment you

Yes there is not enough time
Only time for love
Love overcomes all

All my friends are successful
And they have their money
And their career

My friend seemed annoyed when I called him
As if I was bothering him
It's okay
It's no problem

I am not rich
I do not have a girlfriend
I do not have many friends

But I have the times
I have learned to enjoy the times
This is all I have right now

I enjoy the big picture
That is why I go on my drives
That is why I go on my walks

Strange, how I can only be in one place at one time
Taking pictures with my mind

I am an earth body
I have a sense for things
A sense for the situation
I am watching
Yes I am watching

Earth is a strange and mysterious place
Can you hear my hiking sticks hitting the pavement on the street?
The times, the times, I love the times
Here I come
I am the keeper

There is nothing worse than a big know it all
With their Masters or Doctorate degree
Some individuals can be so prideful

Intellectual snobbery
Is annoying

Sorry to say
You don't know it all!

the things we do to people that we love
i pray to god to stop the hurt from above
why do we play the games that we do
we tell these lies to the people that we love

memerious.........................
of the times that we once had
turn away those feelings that were bad

think of simple times about the love we had
holding hands in pouring rain
having lunch laughing from your smile
running in the sand of the sane

memerious............of love

why do we hurt the ones we love

Good
Neighbours
Don't
Keep
Their
Doors
Closed;
They
Make
Windows
In
Their
Walls!

Got on my grey and black hoodie
Will I get shot today
Got on my grey and black hoodie
Would I get stopped today
Got on my grey and black hoodie
Pulled over by a cop today
Got on my grey and black hoodie
Lord will I die today

Being a black man in America is a struggle
Vision distorted what I know is a river some see as a puddle
It's folks that say racism is dead
Yet if I wear a grey and black hoodie
I may get hit with black lead
By a cop
Or laid to rest from another black man like the guy that killed my pop
It's two realities I face
The truth of who I am
And the lies tied to my race
No not all black men are  thugs
Even though some are
No not all black men sell drugs
Even though some do
I'm   neither  one of them dudes
So should I wear a suit?
Like AL Capone?
I simply wear what I'm accustomed to
Does my long bread make me a muslim?
When honestly I'm growing it out like my savior you know the King of the Jews
I'm familiar with racial slurs
God has blessed me to be great with words
And still to this day when customers open their door I'm treated like a *****
Who are you?
Company name branded on my uniform
I guess I'm seen as a criminal should I wear an orange jumper
Man this is crazy
I just want to feed my wife and take care of my home.
Should me and my wife birth a child
I'm concerned about the future that's ahead of our black babies
Through  all this discrimination and hate black skin is resilient
Built to absorb sun rays
But that Vitamin D
Doesn't make me Clark Kent
Captain America black in the comics now
I wonder if they will blackout superman
At the end of the day none of this should bother me
I should have tougher skin
But if a rhinoceros takes enough shots it will die at the end
I have on my grey and black hoodie
Despite our differences  we are humans, women and men
Now there's  insight so can we attempt to be friends?

Poverty is just a word.
Until life gives it meaning.

I wish I wasn't shy
I wish I could be myself
I wish they could see
I'm just like everyone else

I wish I could share my thoughts
I wish I could speak my mind
But the harder I try
The more my tongue is twined

I wish I was transparent
So people could see
That the wall I put up
Is just for security.

I come off as distant
I come off as aloof
But take a look in my heart
And you will find proof.

I am no different than you.

Welcome to America
Where they call it the home of the brave
While millions of Americans are working as slaves
Barely passing the minimum wage
As the government gives out food stamps to put out the rage
They check out our mailbox
They listen to our phone calls
They'd do anything to throw us
Back where we came from
Like a pack of animals
Like we're fresh out the zoo
While millions of citizens walk around
Without a fucken clue
About what the government is able to do

Welcome to America
Where they call themselves the land of the free
While 47 million people struggle with poverty
They got more food banks than schools
More negative media on the news
Names like Jamal, Raheem, Abdul
Can't get through an airport in peace
"Zainab Mustafa, Come with us please"
They look at my fam and think they got us all down
Like all immigrants are the same
Like we're all fucken clowns
Got the cops pulling me over for no **** reason
***** looks from left and right
As if I committed treason

They treat us like ebola
Like we're a fucken disease
Anything to get us to leave
No matter what we do,
It will never appease

As if Columbus was the first to walk this land
Not the people with painted faces and feathered bands
Have y'all forgotten the first people here were brown
not white?
Talking about freedom of speech
Like they own the bill of rights
The irony of the first amendment
Freedom of religion
Yet they've still condemned it
To practice anything other than their own
Expecting church to be attended
Expecting us to forget what we've known
"You're in America now! The past doesn't matter!"
I'm not here to fit in
Or kiss someone's *** to flatter

Welcome to America
Once known as Freedonia
Where the cities never sleep
Diagnosed with insomnia
As homeless shelters are packed
And crackheads fill the streets
As government officials lay on Egyptian cotton sheets

Welcome to America
Where there is no war
Where we watch your every move
And predict what's in store
Anything we can do to reassure
A more secure nation
Even if it means cleaning up these immigrant abominations
So have a wonderful stay
In our lovely USA