Past Lives

Orange sky smeared w/
Peach colored clouds
Silhouettes of pine trees
Beneath them
Littered amongst the bush and shrub
2 brothers
One man
One feline
Not versus rather
In-flow with a
Wild around them

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No Country For Tomcats

“I’m more than just a person that feeds you ya know”
Logic of my words lost
Inside the aquatic eyes of solid, a cat
My adopted grandson
Become spoiled and fat
But still i love him so
He is special to me
W/ a personality only i
Seem to comprehend
Why?
Becuz im not trying to cntrl him
i understand the nature of his mistrust
A healthy emotion–i encourage it
Cuz this ain’t no country for tomcats
Man made it so
a few commanded it
the majority allowed it to beĀ 

Manfall to Monstar

A strange tale i’ll tell you, aye?
Happened to me other day
Was walkin dwn the road, (gravely one nearby the traks)
An approached an old man,
We was both not rly doin shit, so a story he spin me
About magik an daymons, dissectin em both
Lot a words he said to me, but heres wat i member mst

“vamps can drnk ur sol, feedin til nothin left
madmen can stitch n trim life at will, recreating u in their image
sirens lead the fool a shore, preying on greed
zombies have no brains, slave to any hand that feed em
witches cast spells, non-fiction only if u believe
thunder beings move at supersonic, agents of another sun
an yungman there are plenty others, so you best watch ur step”

Before the old man culd wave bye, i asked em
U knw all these monsters, these magiks as so, so
Wat kind of monster are u?
The old man winked an eye, and smirked
I am the griot, reborn again and again,
Only to rec, the fall of man, to monstar

The moon began to make its way, the oldman too shrtly after
i keep up on dwn the road, till i came to this place
Been here for some time since, at this table, waitin, tellin my tale to passerbys
We all have stories, all unique, cept one factor
The oldman with a smirk, who spun us a tale,
Leadin us to this hub of eternal waitin
Where time is not ours

Golden Dulled to Gray

The earth was golden
Woman created man
Man make machine
Woman nurtured man
Man maintenance machine
Man became independent
Machine becomes self aware
Man betrayed woman; patriarchy
Machine betrays man; machiarchy
Man enslaved woman
Machine enslaves man
The earth is grey
When will we learn from our past mistakes so our successors won’t repeat them in the future?

Sky Jam Poetry

Poetry on a roof

Close to the sky

Home of the most high

The “barompapompom” of my drum

Tenderizes the atmosphere

The reflection of our souls

Travel a board our words

Past the stars, into the milky way

Creating the rhythmic pulse

That god needs to thrive

Earthlings are the honey makers

Keeping god alive.