And also with you..

Stranger
Things have happened
Ignoring the danger
Everyone seems to believe
Must lie in the hearts of men
And women.
I Relieve myself of the burden of doubt
And it was not about
Denial At all.
Meanwhile.
I don’t need to distrust my senses
With defenses of the heart
And neither do you
If you can be true
To yourself.
Most folk sold out long ago
And wouldn’t know
How to make the best of it
Make a test of it
And strive for peace
And a piece
Of the universe
To make bliss
Shine like dewdrops
on heavens door.
That’s what it’s all for.
Riding those waves
And trusting the shore
Too many have sold out
For a crust of bread
Or the hottest bed
Or that red corvette
And a sublet
Apartment in Soho
What would they know
About sustaining a fire
Through the cold waves of fear
Burning desire
Just to keep the heart warm?
Inner city jungle show
Of blossoming life and hidden beauty
Growing in the cracks of sunlight
And sense of duty
To the evolution
And revolution
Of anarchy
Dare jump ship and ride to shore
Find out what’s in store
For the daring
The caring, Among us.
I’m tired of hoping alone
And need a known
Shoulder to laugh on
When the going gets good
As it should
If I’m doing my home work
I won’t shirk
The responsibilities
The ancestors left for us all
After the fall
Of Eden
And bleedin’
Hearts are not the path of good intentions
There are many dimensions
To be reckoned with.
Find a good balance of peace
For your soul
And live whole
And joyously
But a choice of too few
Most times I see
And believe me,
Sometimes I want those rose glasses
That make the thorns disappear.
I know It can be stark
And very dark
In some places
And faces
Of misery turn to us all
As we back away and brick the wall
The division.
Of a new vision
Never found
And common ground
Forgotten.
Ill-gotten gains form elite
Muscle and heat
Win the streets
And further defeats
Mask the promises of hope
Dope fills the brain cells
And water wells
Of the western mind
And human kind
Lays in the warheads of Lockheed
And the return of the golden boy, or favorite loss
With the glory of the cross
Upon him still
Who will
Tell them the truth of the deaths
He suffers still
While his will
Is despised and denied
Who ever was the bride
With the well trimmed wick
And had the guts to stick
It out through the long wait
Of resurrection
Notice the inflection
Was sexual.
In contextual
Reality.
In the flat world I see
Where the rabbit holes are
To slide down far
Beyond the reach of the dreamslayers
And gameplayers
I know they run through this maze
And the latest craze
Is life games
Played for keeps.
Creeps
Me out.
No doubt
You too.
I know in the flat world
That world
Where loneliness occludes the senses
And deeper fences
Are built.
Guilt paves the way for acceptance of mediocrity
It’s a pity
We ceased to care
When many of us fare
So well on her bounty and grace
Will we find our place
And just be?
You and Me?
I don’t mind the banter here
Brothers hear
And respond
In the last echos of the big pond.
To flow it Show it shout it out
It’s all about the rhythms of mind.
Don’t you find
Some days it’s there
And you are aware
Of it running backdrop
Through the day
And any way
You look at it,
it is moon fed
Snake led
And inspired.
I am tired.
But not as much as Momma in Sudan
Afghanistan,
Or Detroit City.
Take pity on those struggles
Babies dying in your arms
While the farms
Poison your blood supply
With petrochemicals
And bicentennials
Of conquerors are celebrated
And the liberated
Heathens gather at Burger King
Have it their way and sing
The national anthem in your chosen tongue
Freud or Jung
They both mental masturbated
And never penetrated
The whole soul
I liked Woodmans goal
Of understanding
And demanding
The truth.
Youth
Has given up in some places
And drunken faces
Stare back into darkness
And seek despair
No one to care
Anymore
Who know the score
Enough to even follow the game.
There’s no one to blame
We make it
Shake it
Fake it
And partake in it of our own free will
Every time we draw breath in
And the real sin
Is to quit believing
In yourself.