About a Friend

He dissapeared, reappeared, left again and took the ball. Gave memories to the game of life, but I fear something, somehow went wrong. Many moons and different tunes have been sung under trees thats tall. Your words were tuned to strike a nerve, though I wonder did they happen... at all?

I'm sitting here with everclear letting the breeze carress my face, i'm hopeful now, i don't know how, or what erasure did take place. My mind is clean, no time to seeth, or bubble in eternal sulfer. Just these gusts, my trusty gut, it beats like drums forged in a fire.

In books of life i found your name, i'm sorry for the bitter pain. I think of rain and how it falls, in symphony it drizzles, and in this hour I realize that your life was like a riddle. Few could crack, like laden backs that don't succumb to stone. There's no need to atone, you made it on your own. It's kinda jacked.. really in fact.. some come and face this life alone. Yet in the stars you found your home, it reasons rhymes right off the dome.

Your always with me, never not, the way we grew up to be taught, about existential fares. Your ticket stubs right over there. This lifes a labyrinth but man. You saw me for just who I am. I'm glad we got to kick the shit, you carry on in conciousness. And it aint even that you died, just passed the puck and said farewell. I hope you have a mellow ride to places where your welcomed still.

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EVERYONE DESERVES A VOICE

EVERYONE DESERVES A VOICE


Represent the unrepresented.

Thats what the task is

Thats constructive use of voice

And when you speak address the atlas


The gloves are off, but I spy governement flimsy

Why else would they try to mute me sending freebies

The greater truth and justice pursuit,

the greater punishment

Thats why we need to abolish our greed,

and form a brothership

Our bravest souls are thinned out,

waiting for the mothership

Yet your outside your element,

when your not in the club with crisp

Have a goulish hand curling fingers 'round a cancer stick

And the lack of daylight has clearly gone to your head

I attended the movies, it felt like dawn of the dead

Represent the unrepresented,

Thier voiceless lips that shiver

Drawing signs of wisdom like an arrow out the quiver

But to you its looking old in your absence of soul

All this knowledge smothered out by what you know

An unknown, is the father unable to see his children

But he's willing..

A solider who cannot carress his girlfriend

Yet he's killing..

A homeless person in a mental whirlwind

Whats he feeling?

Don't you see that everyones a story?

I've been reading..

So stand up for the lonely uninvited

For Sparta, or at lease a part of... Leonidas

We've been given ability like Nightingale has melody

Why disregard our own and slump in envys seat??

Aint it obvious..

Through solid sense of apathy we've accepted this catastrophe

Created and controlled by an asphyxiated logic

Whats choked out the vocal cords of freedom?

Weight of pocket, desire to profit, so imma hop off it

The sinking ship that most enlist to sail to land of promise

Me I remained silent, strong on self reliance

But generals see differently than privates..

Represent the unrepresented, the untouchable

Even if this makes their masks uncomfortable

You'll be glad at the purpose that emerges to the surface

And the true sense of discernment that dawns in you

I promise you.

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Spiral Staircase

Read these tension lines like a story
Although I appear young, I am also those who came previously
This beating drum of flesh within my chest
Is woven with a million mortal memories

It appears in this sense, I have lived many lives, loved countless loves, and danced to its bluesy rhythms. Eternal, immortal? I don't know. Just that this skin is true, and that beaneath it truer still.

We all wish to leave something behind, like a gemstone to a family member. In our right minds, we all wish to contribute.  A painting, a poem, a tear. Just to bridge beauty with the soul once more.

I am an old soul. I speak with a spritual draw. That will not be muted amongst the applause. I am a result of everything I have seen, in this beloved space recognized as a dream. I am... an author a poet, though you may not know it,  I am the beauty that loves forever more