Outside The Cage Looking In

Outside The Cage 

Looking In

I choose to just reflect a point a view

And then sit down and

Try and break down every response.

A magician trying to

Organize the waves of the sea

The many waves

Rise and fall

And gravity walks away

To leave the decision of pull

To someone less qualified to place judgment

on the destination of the masses.

Tisk tisk

A task and a flask

To make these decisions

Approachable without conscience.

At least,

 in the moment,

For,

One’s mind

Is now floating on waters

Between

Black and White.

A fine line sitting on the grey sea of life.

Information is not held within

Its pipeline.

Just Polarization of America

In which its value system is the new chew toy.

The same story

Started by the

Black and White

Is now the story read by

brown, yellow and red.

Ideals caught up in the flag

That we once looked up to with raised heads

Has fallen along the waste side

And such notions on

We now Tread.

 Breeding does not mean well bred.

Understanding entitlement is not the language of the

Well read.

But allows for the cutting of corners

In order to get ahead.

The chink in ones armor is

Available for viewing

And the cage around you

Is self inflicted

Unlike the people who are born into it

Without a choice.

Self -Discussion

Simple sentences

serenade thy ears so sweetly.

So sweetly that words get lost in the 

melody.

Ideally 

two parts should move as one

to make a whole,

But distractions

plague each of our 

played positions.

Intuitively I now 

go against my intuitions.

So the curve escapes such 

determinations.

Question lie in the 

cracks of foundations

Ahead of the curve 

or behind

One can only find what lies 

true in their own perceptions. 

Best thing is to realize the 

destructive, distractive nature 

and embrace it.

For in that

lies a tactile truism and 

that truth has the ability 

to teach and direct ones future steps.

Fear is the only road-block

in finding the glitch 

in the matrix 

and unblock destiny's road 

untraveled.

A road that creativity stems from.

It's Time

It seems as though

my flow has left 

my mind stagnate.

For the time

that it take my body to

illustrates it's orders,

that time seems to 

fall less than my lifetime.

Clarity has finally befriended me

and it finds its depth 

in a place that 

I wouldn't have sought.

But a lesson I've been taught in this

race to life's finish line.

I know nothing

in the grand masterplan

and even though I plan,

It's not enough to determine 

the outcome of the race I've ran. 

But a toast to new beginnings,

shall I eat the trimming and 

leave the main for the worthy?

Or shall I hunker down

and  

be grateful for the trimmings 

and praise God for 

any piece of main course

I get a taste of?

TIME WILL TELL.

AND THIS TALE 

WILL FOREVER BE
ON A BOAT
AT SAIL.

The Wine Made Me Do It

Tears of joy

That toy with the flesh

And put to rest

The notion of

Who is blessed.

But such triumph of

Transformation

Transforms

My station of being.

Such station

Equates to reasoning

Far beyond the wrong

That has been inflicted by the

Ping-pong game of

Sing-song strings.

But the truth lies in front

Of a growth

That has been stunt

Ed.

It’s all attached

And there is no wrachet

That can pry it’s

Deadly claws from

The spine.

A lot of that discussion

Of growth

Sits in the pocket

Of certain precussion’s

Points of view.

Eclipse Avoided

Eclipse Avoided

Sick Shades of Stylistic

License has a structured

Destruction

Against human nature.

Where’s the sun,

You know the one that used

To shine before the fifty sh……

Earlier mentioned blinders

Came into mind.

Or Reminders of the future

Because such reflects

The past.

And visitation is not

Sanctioned by the irrigation

System the press has in place.

Or is the disgrace

Perpetuated by the

Money machine

That turns our nation’s attention

To the bling bling

Pinky ring wearing

Hoe directing pimps

Who dress in 3 piece suits

Redirecting perceptions from

The simple truth to what

They want us to see.

Please reach deeper

Please see deeper

Don’t be afraid to leap

Don’t allow non-conformance

To condemn you for being the speaker.

Speaker or speaking

What you see with your

Eyes and not

With your hands

Is never a problem

It’s an endeavor to announce your truth

To the world

And that is the most

Honest act

You could ever embrace.

My Current Thoughts

My Current Thoughts

With such Battles

I feel as if fear keeps

One from picking sides.

It becomes so 50/50

And my question is

Who can wade through the

Grey Area.

That is what life is about.

And no one has found the recipe

For life.

We are a side picking generation

Without the maturation

Of understanding

That it’s not that easy.

But Understanding difference

Is easier then you think.

Its about not following suit

With everyone’s judgements

But forming your own opinions.  

  

Ready or not

Here I come, come

And come again

Into the light

The bright friend

Who has tried to position

Itself on a the right path

And oh how I’ve stumbled

And caught the world wrath.

But I press on

Or press play on recorded

Messages 

I locked away in my minds

Vault.

So on this first day

Who do I allow to pour salt

In this wound of mind?

Knowing the need for change

Is not the same as excepting it.

Like walking when you need to sit.

Age is the key,

Which coaxes me to ponder on

The voice of my father as he preached to me.

The recording

Now

Allows itself to surface

And the words are finally spoken.

“You think you have the world

In the palm of your Hand,

But its bigger.

And God is Bigger than the world.”

So where am I positioned in this Great master-plan?

I hear but not find a place

Because I’m not the normal fan.

Which is okay

For my words still have the power to play

Melodies from Heaven

In ears.

Through your own voice

Throughout our years.

   Fear is still apparent in

Every corner of the mind

But recognizing this

I refuse to allow that nerve on my spine to

Hinder my growth.

And don’t go working it.

It’s so funny

How money plays

An intergral part in your

Development.

Something man-made

In its world-wide span

Has the ability to persuade

Your life’s movements.

Hilarious.

But also bullshit.

Don’t you know

That your mental subscriptions

Allows for worldly descriptions

To seep through and determine

What you are destined.

So

Stop scape-goating

It does nothing

Except amplify what’s in front

Of you.

Please

Find a way

To build a bridge

Over it.

My Sister

All I hear is

talk talk talk

and the fault lies with

myself

for the simple fact that
the conclusion,

I never dealt,

at least

from the cards given to me.

It's like no matter

what comes into my peripheral

the shit doesn't matter

for my center is off.

My foundation is

like a quick sand

although I falsely try to

mimick the face of strength,

it lies far from current truths.

she died

She Died

SHE DIED.

under a armor of self

analyzing everything that

I truly affected,

She was one that got under my skin.

My love

who had so much love to give

and the heart to forgive

the trespasses

from people who should have been

closer to her heart.

My Sister,

my only sister

younger than

but wiser than

the masses.

Doubt is only found in

celebrating such a loss,

deriving only

in the corners of ones mind

in her soft

SOFT

voice.

"Boy, whats wrong with you,

you know our understanding,

we allowed each other

to be who we are

without the overwhelming

influence of family,

that's why we touch people,

we support each other, stop dwelling."

I now hear those words and realize

that kindred souls,

whether family or not

speak to one another,

and all you have to do is listen and your foundation will become apparent.