There was a time I used to wonder
why is it old folks move so slow?
I thought of this but didn't ponder,
but after years and years I finally know.

Those frail folks who take each step with care
know that old bones carry a heavy load
a burden which the young can't share.
They're too short of time upon life's road.

Each time a loved one leaves this plane
my shoulders hunch a little more
they leave me with memories and pain
which only my old soul can store.

he heart begins slightly to race
and she is not happy. The steady
thum, thum, thum, is not her taste.

a little boy is being physically bullied,
forced to be subservient to the will
of a more powerful other.

mind then drifts to abstractions
where it picks up the eternals
to bridge the tempora sphere.

Then the beat calls me back, the heart
has accustomed, and I can understand;
after all, we all come out of Africa.

Naming a mountain.
North

THERE was a time I came from the north
Slow through the thick wet world
On approach, would see
It’s great hunched shoulders, reared
Against the wind, as the ground below fell
And the world disappeared

There was my beacon, tipped with
A man made broadsword, perched
At the highest point, placed,
When I was small, far, abroad
A great beacon tower to cast
Out the word, to every listening
Wireless blood in the land

Scribbled Ink On Silk

Poets get it always, so write,
they peel fruit from the inside.
Fact, fiction, it’s no invite,
a bottle can’t control it’s tide.

Far too busy creating verse,
to care for dollar pound, or yen.
In truth or fable they immerse,
derision no put down for pen.

They can all write of special love,
far too many a broken tryst.
Many fables about a lord above,
happy am I for those he missed.

I don't know a part of me wants to be with someone
a part of me is also scared to get close
when is this hurting going to be done
even when its what I want most

I like you but I'm scared and I get nervous with you
I like how we have so much in common its like a shock
it's scary knowing someone new
but my heart is on a tight lock

I see it yet it isn't there
In fact of this, I'm well aware
Still I hear the sounds foregone
Day before the day I was born
The darkness and the light are clear
So clear and yet there is no fear
For fear is just a state of being
The light of which is not worth seeing
My hopes are but a deed undone
All is lost and can't be won

burned treasure from deep inside
You know who inspires me to write its you my fam on Neo poetry.
An excellent collaboration of voices that work with each other.
The influences of our peers can take us far in this life.
Hearts are tender and warm when they are surrounded by great people that love each other.

Are we sneakily promoting senseless free flowing mischaracterizations by implying blindness concerning the beautifully vibrant tones... and uniqueness of
our black, white, and brown skins?
Even more, quiet demand kow tows to [A] political correctness that only
unmasks the unreachable achiness of what's not possible.
( at any rate ), does our arrogant subconscious context suggest flaws in the father's work, or are we really at times, so easily...………………………

" saw through?"

Double Plugging The Shit...

Plugging their drug they shuffle,
to a double bunked four by eight.
Politician finds feathers to ruffle,
don’t they know it’s far too late.

Picture perfect political perusing,
never will it solve this crime.
Political cretin admits to using,
does the deed avoids the time.

Lets now pretend to get tough,
as I slip into prime election mode.
Weak wailing electorate love my guff,
use, then dump at the side of the road.

red is dread in the toast filled atmosphere
long time coming host the game called red
what is going on inside my head
lift up your honor high

How you have fought so very hard and fierce
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and it's going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed

there, I see her from the distance the give and take
when I look into her eyes I can see her vision
paid are ties from each other
love is the essence of my existence,