ENOUGH


No, you havent done enough.
Neither have I .
I don't Know anyone who has.
Ever, before they died.
Hopes & dreams of others,
Who Forever trudge up hills.
Hope Today
Hope is in what others left behind
Massive b u r i e a t r e a s u r e s
O t h e r s help u s hind.
He am in minty defined.
Hope lingers so close
On the thp of the tungue
The tip of the ear
Anticipitang Welling
Behind every smile, in every t e a r.


JUST FOR


Just for the day the sisters,
go to work.
Just for a while the teachers,
go live life.
Just for a year my 2 y old Son
gone, til another leave
Just for maybe forever, my daughter
doesn't speak.
Just for whaterer the sentence,
my oldest does time.
Just tor now I Miss my people
Just for them I rhyme.


CANT KNOW


You cant Know,
& thats o K .
Didnt expect you to.
Yn cant Knw.
Just relax,
* do what yudo.
You cant Know,
Why're you mad?
You have no clue?
Y n can't Know.
& Knowing t h a t
Is all you need to do.

 

DRAGONS 

Open the doors & l'll shove them
Nudge them, really, to do their besf
Encorrage them to gorckly leave this nest.
Over the edge. I'll watch them
Protect them really, waving bye!
I'll hold it down. a watch them fly.

LOSS

Loss is life.
A constant stream, towing tast
From o u r 1 s breath t o nur last
from the dying of the sale womb
To dirt, bay, um, box or tomb.
Each second born of me lost
Hors pass at horrendors cost
Using time we cart retrieve
In pain, grief seeking reprieve
Ifwe goold, its a heary curse
Watching loved unes die, or worse
Loss moves me to make big waves
To strive to ache to die to change
Me s the world.
In honor of my peoples graves.
Loss is Life.

 


THE BEAST


Cells tissues → organs,
Organs → Systems → budies,
Berigs with souls, thight, breath.
Cells → pods → yards,
Yards → Units → Complex,
Profit machine of hate & death.
Terror cell = planners
Cell phones = yorunment scenners
Cell towers = connected data tow
Monastery cells, where spits grow.
In cells, were chewed by ravennsteeth,
In cells, were digested in what lies beneath,
In cells, were that on which it feasts,
In cels, wire socier's sacrifice to the beast.