Views From Inside Out 2017

I seek not 

the cause of 

cautious parents surrounding

the idea of Santa Claus.

Is too much honesty 

too much 

an appeal to the youth?

Thank God 

for questions I do not have to answer.

But without the answers 

the questions still lie.

And then 

who's truly lying?

In search for context in such

contextual driven 

decisions.

A government

we always trusted to be 

a  terrifically 

treacherous 

in regards to disclosing 

its truths.

But now we are sitting on the cusp

of collapse 

both foreign and domestic. 

It seems as if 

domestic abuse 

is not just relegated to 

the so-called 

"super-thugs"

A concept that may not even 

be considered a reality 

as it was in the 90's.

 For such abuses

have always existed out of 

the hood. 

But the candy-caned 

glasses

designed by Fendi and Abercrombie and Finch

blocked the view to reality.

It's hard to blame such a 

misguided

misinformed

socially searching for some 

type of belonging

group of people.

For we all want to 

find those 

who understand and embrace us.

I've just gotten to the point

that 

it's not worth the sacrifice
of the truth. 

The Dawn of 2016

It's situated between two paths

and thy eyes are fixated

on the unveiled horizon.

There's no turning around

for the unproven ground 

is what I seek, 

There is solace in this

train of thought,

There is no box 

that can contain me

and if there was 

I'd want it to negate 

the past.

The past 

where great deeds 

blended into bad and 

bad deeds blended into 

miscalculation of one's true intentions.

I do not aspire to control

allowing the realization

that the past is uncontrollable.

The only decisions to be made 

are about where future steps lie. 

And ideally 

without the input of distractive voices in my head.

Happiness has been obtained 

by understanding the goals 

that lie ahead 

and forging a path to meet each

with head held high 

fortitude intact.

To all who've helped me come to 

such a place

I thank you.

Friend or foe

owed or owe

rich or poor

debts will be collected

and true relationships will no longer 

be left neglected.

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.