Pool sharkz

Perhaps to you it was the beginning

But in fact

it was three quarters to the end

it’s hot

All the time In here

No room to breathe

No inconvenience

No justice

No peace

Child hood night terrors

Turn into

Pleasant realities

Of functional abuse

A fish out of water can’t breathe

It also lost its mind climbing trees

Unfinished business

And long to do lists

Alley house cats

And kennelled k9s

It’s all organized chaos

And peaceful protests

It’s a short story

Depending on whose telling

The nails on the chalk board

The metal rubbing on metal

It makes you cringe

Milkshakes

Chocolate strawberry and vanilla

whatever you like

But it’s all the same

Lightning never strikes

the same place twice

However anything’s possible

Arrogance scratches

Only to leave

Space

To turn it all around

Sly slick and wicked

Little devil

Poor dog

Returning to its vomit

Bitting the hand that feeds it

Only to Willingly

defend another’s honor

To be abandoned and starved

All over again

A ghost in his home town

they’d pray for a card

And pay for a letter

He was gone gone

Hurt is different

When absence

with out explanation

Becomes your closest ally

Or your next to kin

Treasure hunts with dumpster baby’s

Invisible children

Suicidal tendencies

Orphan tears

And forgotten families

I still go and clean the grave

It means nothing to no one

At least not enough

To make it a point

The snoring dog

Brings solace

Point blank period

He’s hungry all the time

Like the wolf always climbing

The small quiet space with in

Resonates and amplifies

we deserve better

Tomorrow is here

And your already late

Better swim not sink

Cuz it’s paid in full

To breathe OG

Isn’t enough

You gotta bleed OG

The big dogs bark

But they all can’t run together

empty

In every way

Numb

More or less some days

Being unmoved in the spirit

Is not a faze

It’s an acquired taste

Jamaican beer, whisky, bourbon,

and Cabernet

Takes the edge off

When you can smell

a drop of blood

A mile away

Like a shark

Intuition

Is spot on

If I could sew Into you

Something Built To last

it would be a three way stitch

To find the humor

And Always laugh

if you have a dollar

Do you

have more than enough to share?

If you had a second

Would you

give your guidance?

Even if,

the subject,

had no interest

Or benefit

to you?

If hunger kicked in

Would long sufffering

Or humility clothe you?

If you understood people,

Would you pardon there rough edges?

If you could

Peer past

The windows

Of the soul

And it was dark

Could you

In fact

Still locate

The spark

If you find yourself

being blessed,

Would you plot

a blessing?

When the water boils

Do you soften

like the potatoe

or harden

like the egg?

If you were quilted

Would your patterns

emulate

the fabric of your life?

Or would you be a covering

Of no substance

That brings

No comfort?

The rides over

Before Even being able

To hold on

Once you get a grip

the moments gone

Spilt milk

Broken glass

And short tempers

It takes the breathe

out of my lungs

How poisonous

Entitlement is.

My stomach in Knotts

And my mind

Clouded With it all

I let it go

Washing dishes

Avoiding sit downs

And losing time,

It’s a different

Tune

When the tunnel

Is long and dark.

Making wishes

Rough necking it

And praying

It’s all in a moment

Like a game of pool

It’s anyone’s game

Chin up with a hawks eye

On the updrift of wholeness and peace

Each moment an echo

In the domino effect

Of the butterfly theory

While all along

Night and day in fact coexist

For two became one

A flower that is you

She’s always been

Far out, Way far out .....

He’ll always be on another planet...

What was

Is now

And forever will always be

Like a Diamond

In the night

A sunflower Light

Where my conscious sanity

Is just beyond my mind

Behind the door

Of my humanity

And like a gun

Brought to a knife fight

There was a fighting chance

But not really

Until here and there find resolve

Well no one really won at all

And if neither told the story

The boy would say he’s lonely

For when he goes he sits and waits

Just for his papa to come his way

And day in and day out

A mother mistress plays her role

Even though her hearts of gold

She really has the blackest soul

The boy has dinners with the family

And a sibling to play

But all along he misses mom

And is to afraid to say

For when he reaches for his mom

He loses time with dad

And if he asks to visit papa

He knows his moms is alone and sad

Its all an ache

That can’t be pacified

Though time and time

Ones compromised

It loosens up all the junk

And makes your nose runny

It’s all working out

Poor Pooh bunny

It’s been a long while

Not even a call

No text message or letter

No quick check in

As days go by

One forgets to live

As no messages come through

It makes one sick

Video games

Candy and virtual school

They got these kids at home

And still enforcing rules

The alphas covering ground

And the flocks heading home

Leave it be

and don’t ruffle feathers

It’s easier said than done

when Birds flock together

She got real new born real quick

she got out down

Even quicker

But it didn’t stop

Get your kids out the street!

It doesn’t matter we’re old...

He’s perfectly fine

This time you can’t get back

And all help isn’t good help

So don’t except every gift you get

Scratches to the face

Loss pay for the day

An Unnecessary

Fall out

It’s done

No coming back now

Better recognize the sauce

It’s extra hot

Literally shawty came in hot

With a kick

More like

Stomped out bitch

female dog don’t disgrace her

Not everyone even worthy of that title

3-5 moves ahead isn’t enough

It’s gotta be more than that

An offensive defense

Is a good start

Why not visualize the attack ?

Follow through

Theres gotta be consistent execution

Or nothing gets accomplished

It’s a shame

When the timings off

Cuz o matter the perfection

It’s not gonna go

You duck off

You miss the boat

when land

isn’t what their fighting over

And in fact it’s blood

Principalities rage

All is fair in love and war

Birthing division

A house divided falls

There’s a lot of blood

on everyone’s hands

Purple Hearts on the shoulder

Home is where the heart is

It’s gold

Never losing its density

And always gaining value

heart so small

your home must be cozy

It’s full of stardust

Since humans aren’t real

It’s gets smaller

All the time

When it shrinks

It skips some beats

And constricts

Until one wishes

To stop breathing all together

It isn’t that easy

Just to stop breathing

The battle within

We’re Frontline on the field

As The dark clouds roll in

There’s a storm brewing

And restlessness sounds

At witching hour

Slumber too long

sleeping behind enemy lines

Becomes ones home

Slave girl

Masters calling

The forgotten

Get left behind

the spirit sends me to find them

But even the slave

Loves the master

Who teaches them to read and write

Or clothes them in purpose and value

In the stillness of the night

The house doesn’t rest

The walls scream for TLC

Though it’s organized chaos

The pain here

In fact still manifests

The passageway to peace

For in patience here

One beams

Under a neon moon

Until meeting again

dearest friend

Keep close in the spirit

And steadfast your faith

Papa said it’s gonna be ok

Ur mamas

are resting

in the shadows of his wings

When the time has come

to an end

I won’t go in with out you

I’ll wait for you

Forever

And

lifetimes more

Working out

Walking the wire

The way lone wolfs do

And late at night

They howl at the full moon

Hoping to find their way back

With honor and grace

It’s a long way

The light

at the end of the tunnel

can’t be seen

Either way

Nocturnal

Now

Both wolves

exiled from town

Marathon lives

Creators proud

With a vibe

that’s extra loud

Time is illusive

It doesn’t exist

Was shooting

For presence

Since the times been spent

Family means

never left behind or forgotten

But abandonment today

Isn’t the topic

Any moment can change

In the blink of an eye

So to say that I lost you

Would be telling a lie

So fighting the current

Going against the grain

Looking death in the eye

It all doesn’t matter

No matter how they lie

Love so sick

It’s disrespect is a high

The way it tastes makes you sick

And the marks and bruises

Don’t fade so quick

While the goat

Effortlessly makes its way

Up and down the steepest mountains

Filthy idle time

Leads to empty pockets

And yet

the giving tree

is in fact

a money tree

And this time around

There’s no chasing of revenue

Only collecting of nectar

And turning new leaves

For all pain

Is in the mind

And doesn’t exist

A place is

Being prepared

For us

for truths the only ground

to stand upon

Overwhelmed by the weight

One answers the call

For when weary

We get carried

Led astray as slaves

Any day can change

any chain can break

At any moment the game can change

-ELAYE