Dragon Slayer (v2)

I knew a dragon once
In his prime I was told,
He was as wicked as they come
Devouring little girls whole
But I met this dragon in his decline

He no longer scorched the sky
He couldn’t even fly
At his best he could only puff smoke

As he cried in pain
This dragon had a disease
It was eating him from inside
And mentally he was made docile
Haunted by the victims of his past

Though old and decrepit
We fought side by side
Lived in the same castle
Ate the same meals
And every so often we’d sit atop the castle

With the other animals
Traded stories, and watched the world turn
So you see, it pained me dearly when I had to put a knife in his gut

There was no deception, no coyote tricks
Just an honest confrontation
And the coldness that comes after stealing a life
When I was a child
I was told that gallant men slayed monsters

But that night I felt like no hero
I was just a lost boy with tons of questions
Did I do the right thing
Does a soul once wicked deserve to be judged infinitely for its past
if it has chosen the path of redemption and remorse

So many questions, I had no answers to
And the only thing that survived in this tragic tale
Was the burning disdain for the damsel
that made me kill the dragon


Ice Cream Fiends

I find it funny that these so called people
who claim to be conscious
that I admit, on most days, am forced to interact with
find me so interesting
I get so many compliments
about how awesome my skin tone looks
when contrasted upon yours
And how you wish you had hair like mine
And that’s cool, cuz shit, it’s only the truth
But it’s so very transparent to me
that its not genuine affection you feel
rather, I just happen to be your ethnic flavor of the month

How convenient it must be to shop in this Baskin Robbins
that is America
whose conquerors just so love to bask in their robbin
of culture and swag

How convenient it must be
to be able to choose from all the wonderful flavors
of mocha, chocolate, caramel, and butter pecan
displayed behind glass cases
It must be awesome to come in with your tiny plastic spoon
which is the epitome and exact mathematical length
of the respect/intelligence you seem to have for me

How convenient it must be
to scoop all the free samples your greedy mouth can swallow
Most days I have the patience to tolerate you
To smile calmly and reverse my blade
the one that’s sheathed within my mouth
on it’s blunt edge
But a scoop can only take so much heat
before it begins to melt
And you, mulfucka, are giving me the bannana splits

For all the Ben and Jerry’s out there
that can relate to this cold stone
Take some advice from a worn down bucket of dark chocolate
with the red sprinkles
whose been scooped so much my plastic is beginning to show
When you see the silver spoon ready to plunge into you
Don’t get all soft and creamy
Harden the fuck up
So it can’t penetrate into your chewy, bubblegum center

Notes From the Other Side

a) I see the electric spark in the sky
When i breathe it is in rhythm with nature
I try very hard to manage the chaos of maturity
that comes with ascension
I see time flutter in ripples
as if the sky was a pool of water
I couldve ascended but i looked back
And saw my people were suffering
so i skipped transcendance
And became flesh again
-A. Mortality

b) We were all seperate pieces of a puzzle
All sharing the same experience
Just processing it a little differently

c) I looked to Luna
And her light spoke to me
I realized
I dont understand what Io am supposed to be doing
I feel like shit when I think of leaving people behind
I dont want to leave anyone behind
I just want balance and understanding

d) I found a pen but forgot what I was trying to say.
-Analogy about life

e) I’m alone and I’m clawing
My way out of a hole
And I dont understand
But I fight and I claw
But I don’t understand
And I question, life, love…everything
But I don’t understand
And the only thing I understand
is that I don’t understand

f) The same people
Who call me brother at the day
Call me nigger by the night