Oreo Arthur and Pierre’s Widow

Walking through the steets of the city

I am made apathetic by it’s hardships

A man I barely knew now dead

His wife asks me “How do I go on?”

I don’t have the wisdom to console her

Or even the money to band-aid her suffering

Today a man is in a rage

He has been given a false check

I allow him to use my phone

as he breaks down to his lowest point

I frantically think of schemes to help him

I realize I am nothing

How can I change my country

If I can’t change a street corner
Individually I am powerless to help anyone

Other than myself

The stand alone complex is riddled in error

Maybe if I earnestly tried I could change things

But first I need to change

I need to develop compassion for all people

I need to be patient

I don’t know everything

And what I do know can always be improved

Stop thinking in terms of “I”

Start thinking in terms of “we”

Only with them can we change this

I need to learn to co-exist

I need to learn to trust

STOP WALLOWING

YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED

GET TO YOUR FEET

DO WHAT YOU CAME HERE TO DO

NO MORE EXCUSES

THE ONLY THING YOU LACK IS COURAGE

COURAGE IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

ALWAYS HAS BEEN

WHEN YOU’RE READY

AND TIRED OF PLAYING YOU GAMES

TAKE IT

Why do you associate yourself with them?

My words are probably wasted here on the deaf and blind. Those who cannot see their sisters unless she submits to the laws of beauty and fashion. Those who can only hear his brother’s words if they are accompanied by the jingling sound of gold in his pocket. When I first began this journey, like all other things, I couldn’t see the negatives of the people. I didn’t see homelessness, or mental abnormalities. I only saw people who had the courage to scream “no” and I wanted to be a part of them.

Reset to Original Setting

If there was a reset button for my brain

I would it hit

A wave of amnesia would wash over my memories

Erasing the pain caused by this westernized hypnotism

A chance to start over new

In a far away land

Far not inĀ  geographical setting but in mindset and culture

So as to grow without all the weighted baggage

Of the preconceived stereotypical missiles which I’ve been taught

To aim at myself

Equipped with an internal self destruct button

My makers sabotaged me well

I often wonder

How different a man would I have been in my dream scape

And then I remember

Reality is what you make it

So I inhale the smoke

…And wait

Until I drift away….

Forever

 

 

 

 

 

Oh yeaaah

I once fought with patience and passion

To fill a shallow world with deeper understanding

Time passed and I realized there was no great enlightenment

Only childish egos too busy judging the houses of others

While their own began to crumble

I once fought without desire of compensation

But when I saw others begin to acquire profit

My eyes became jaded

I once fought purely out of love

But my love was taken advantage of by deceit of servitude

And my heart sank under the weight of betrayal

Too weary to continue

I closed my eyes and slept

I awoke and returned to the battlefield but I could not fight

My eyes were too glossy to see the future

My passion disintegrated to ash

And I had no heart to care either way

It was only then that I remembered

I hate this place

I want to see it burn

So busy fulfilling other people’s agendas I forgot my very own

Welcome Home

Waking up in a land where time is no longer relative. The clouds shield my flesh from the searing sun. The wind comforts me with it’s gentle breeze. My eyes look out into the horizon and I see fields of freedom.

I didn’t realize it’s magic until I was long gone. In the pictures I captured I saw signs of this truth. In my memories I can recall when a candle in the sky flared and waned amongst the stars.

Did it even exist?

Back in Babylon I ponder. But when I sneeze I can see the tiny specks of soil decorating the tissue and I know it was true. When I grow sad because I am no longer amongst the people I remember the soil that still clings to my lungs, because of this we will never be departed. Until the next time when I can once again run with Wind, talk to my brother Bear and chill in the net hanging from the sky, I wait patiently…