Elusive, She called him this, and it wasn’t a jab to his, Random evanescence, His disconnection from society and their standards,

I am me And I’ll make you see Who’s the real enemy It’s power and greed That keep you hungry Not for more But for scraps on the floor

There was a time when I used to be your luxury. I never knew there was a problem. I would have never knew that you needed so much of me.

I dont know how to love noone ever taught me it hurts me more than being alone could ever cause me I feel pain inside me, in my brain and my heart

Leon: Well we found our callin’ Nino: Glad we gonna leave some on they bellies crawlin’ DJ: We can’t carry them all most prayin on our downfall

When today is tomorrow And the past has yet come We think about where we are And wonder if its ever done When yesterday has come and gone

Normal. The idea pushes you forward, stains your tongue red. Normal proceeds to get stuck in hyperspeed and see its way

Human beings are a race of poets — some of us develop this trait fully while others of us are content to walk through life without a thought to the world that surrounds us. We have the capacity to see nature and the world around us as something more than meets the eye. Some see this human trait as biological, simply a series of synapses firing or connecting when we view a scene in nature or think abstractly, but some see it as a spiritual endeavor outside of biology that we develop in order to transcend everyday existence. Either way, it is a quality unique to humans.

Matsuo Kinsaku, or Basho, as he is more commonly known, born 1644 in Japan, considered to be the master of Haiku poetry, would today perhaps take a liking to the camera, especially the iphone and smaller mirrorless cameras. They could easily have been transported in his backpack on a trip into the north country of Japan — but would it have changed his poetry?

You may know him as Mr. Mojo Risin, the psychedelic rock god of The Doors or you may know him as just a disturbing and strange artist who joined the famed 27 Club with his death on July 3, 1971. Both accounts would be true. Love him or hate him, James Douglas Morrison created a counter culture movement of rage that filled the 60s in stark opposition to the positive message of love from contemporaries John Lennon. Instead, Morrison tapped into the collective conscious of a generation enraged and disturbed by its wars and conspiracies and failures. Its betrayals.

When it comes to writing, words usually come pretty easy. As true as this statement may be everyone gets hit with cinder blocks that may prevent them from creating a masterpiece.

how does one describe the way the wind dances across a sand dune. imaginative and free, by the name of Nkechi, floating

As I walked through the door, she started askin where ive been, I had told her twice before "i been playin cards with my friends."

I will sprinkle your wounds with sugar and mint leaves.... perched lips wait for the dampness of caramel rain slide of the tongue lost amongst the flood

16 Losing myself in someone else Losing myself in something less than what I deserve But damn it feels so good Even when it feels like hell

I am me And I’ll make you see Who’s the real enemy It’s power and greed That keep you hungry Not for more But for scraps on the floor

When today is tomorrow And the past has yet come We think about where we are And wonder if its ever done When yesterday has come and gone

It’s a message if you trying to go for perfection you won’t catch it 🤷🏾‍♂️🙏🏾 NAMASTE 🙏🏾 Enlightenment To Acknowledge the understanding you have no knowledge of what is truly happening in front of me (You)

Seven-thirty to Four and an Eternity behind Twenty lost souls who can’t signal, brake or drive Pushes all thought of him out of my mind.

Constantly feeling like I’m in open water Always like I’m drowning. Trying to get to the surface but keep getting pulled down.

FRESHMAN YEAR, SPRING 2020-PRESENT DAY I’ve Met Someone New Pt.2 We’ve known each other for so long to the point where our bond feels so strong, and these feelings don’t feel wrong. The way you make me feel is an emotion like no other. I love how we always take care of one another. Making sure I’m not stressing and always down for protecting. Your never disrespecting and your kisses feel like heaven. Your my safe place and I don’t wanna let you go. You always keep it real with me and always let me know, when you feeling me and love is something that you always show.

Celebrating the rising sun.... A wooded path into the unknown is where am reborn. The trees are my grandparents, my mother, my father, my sisters, and my friends. The trees are everyone that I have ever known. I celebrate the rising sun which blesses our home with eternal life. The sun is the vampire of planets, our ruler, and our god. I dance to the sun which will continue to shine long after I am gone. I dance to the sun which will forever gift others with the ground I walk on, the flowers I lay upon, and the trees who are my world and the air that I breathe. Dance for the sun while you are here, because nothing exists without it.

You never know what sunshine tastes like Till it slaps your tastebuds A mixture of citrus, berries And sadness Nonetheless

Up in a tree hath a nest, Where three little eggs lay at rest. While mama bird is away, The tree stands still with eggs that lay.

There was a time when I used to be your luxury. I never knew there was a problem. I would have never knew that you needed so much of me.

I dont know how to love noone ever taught me it hurts me more than being alone could ever cause me I feel pain inside me, in my brain and my heart

I just heard something heavy It’s about a friend of mine the doctor just informed him He’s living on borrowed time He doesn’t get a date

Elusive, She called him this, and it wasn’t a jab to his, Random evanescence, His disconnection from society and their standards,

Crazed. Gazed. And. Longed. For. More. Focused. Locust. Eating. Away. My. Soul. Ransom. Random. Recollections. Down. Memory. Lane.

(lyrics to a new song I wrote. It’ll be on Apple Music and Spotify November 27,2020) Sun in Libra October 12 1992 An indigo child was born

Kill them with kindness oh how people will hate , Kill them with kindness who can relate? Kill them with kindness and watch how they behave.

1, 2, 3 Bow, Bow, Bow here them gun sounds ain’t it so foul how they want to see us down instead of controlling the town

Think back, way back. Back when they beat us til they seen white meat. Or when Harriet ran for freedom and they would chop off others feet.

Leon: Well we found our callin’ Nino: Glad we gonna leave some on they bellies crawlin’ DJ: We can’t carry them all most prayin on our downfall

Look deep into your innermost thoughts, past the constant affirmations and the and the peace they brought. Look past the parts you push down deep, in that sea of your mind where the Kraken does creep. Are you strong enough?

My life has often felt like driving a car exceedingly fast with little control. Floating from one extreme to the next without a thought, almost as if I wasn’t in control at all. I’ve come close to crashing several times. I’ve been pulled over, ticketed, and even jailed yet, to no avail, I can’t slow down. I’ve utilized the cruise control a time or two, rode the wave and flowed with traffic, but there’s only so much going with the flow I can do. In a hurry for nothing, putting myself and others at risk with my negligence, sometimes I feel I deserve the fiery crash that’s impending.

In the Flanders fields, the poppies grow and blow in the wind. The blood of my brothers will not be vain. Come on my Conrad’s pick up that torch and March to victory. Every man, every foe. Every scar and every tear. Lord knows the cries of these brave men. We were lost and never found. These crosses mark our path, not our success. We were enemies but we became brothers. We want peace lest we forget, no man will feel cold no more. We shall not sleep we shall not rest. Thou god knows the poppies will grow in Flanders fields.

Family is important, family sticks together. Family has a strong bond that can never be broken. Family all come together at any occasion, family never turn their backs, family pick each other up.

Bottom Reality being just too prickly for my illustrious self,--I was, nevertheless, transformed into a great, grey-blue carrion bird, a vulture soaring to the ceiling.--Yet, dragging one wing through the black shadows of nightfall.