elijah said

the price of freedom, fixed by cartels
gunrunners and economic hit men
slicked in oil the cost of war is budgeted
casualties estimated for news reports

humanity traded in for market value
crisp business suits filling glass towers
that glorify polluted skies as modern
industrialization snorted through bills

religious virtue replaced by religious doctrine
reason beaten down by fear fed rhetoric
master races versus chosen ones the story
with third world fodder caught in the mix

flesh burns because we play with fire
humanity i would gladly see you drown
if i did not see my own reflection
rippling in your frantic struggle for breath

the answers

today perhaps, {

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the cynic,
sitting in my chair,
what he thought,
of such and such,
he scoffed.

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the thinker,
leaning on my wall,
what he figured,
of this and that,
he paused.

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the lover,
standing in the mirror,
what he felt,
of life and love,
he frowned.

a moment or so, ago,
i asked the joker,
looking in my fridge,
what he deemed,
of do's and don'ts,
he laughed. }

tomorrow perhaps, {
i'll ask again. }

still searching (thought i lost this one)

the glimpse of first light to the waking,
the promise of day to a child,
the comfort of a proven remedy,
she is,
heaven's fingertips to human skin,

the magic of a mystery unexplained,
the fragrance of memory returned,
the beauty of a dewdrop undisturbed,
she is,
rhythm to a dancer's feet,

the mischief of an ad lib,
the weight of old men's tears,
the persistence of a lingering doubt,
she is,
freefall to a jumper's breath,

the substance of a good intention,
the rush of that first untruth,
the assurance of a promise kept,
she is,
poetry for a storyteller,


somewhere she waits for me to find.

ode to the warrior

the dream of the warrior, to leave his sword sheathed,
but the waking day will force his hand,
the dream of the warrior, to put down his shield,
but the waking day will stake his land,

the dream of the warrior, to hold close his wife,
but waking day will threaten her breath,
the dream of the warrior, to learn much of life,
but the waking day is a teacher of death,

the dream of the warrior thus, must seem,
to die, to sleep, perchance to dream,

grace before meals

you wanna know why, what a fact is?
why the world tilts on its axis?
you see, half the folks are fucking obese,
because half the folks be stuffing they beaks,
then spend all day just "livinitup",
then sucking their teeth, wanting more
while the other half got nothing to eat,
instead they got flies overrunning their cheeks,
and they're so overwhelmingly weak,
that they can't even cry,
with no food to sprinkle with the salt in their eyes,
(you can't make tears if you don't have water to drink)
with my own mouth filled dare i even bother to speak?
don't you know that the earth shall inherit the meek?

Amen.

no flaws (boogie man remix)

she got it all figured like numbers,
she MAD tight, plus+ she got those,
insatiable hungers
(so we mad tight),
her name, son, is wonder-
(woman!)
new york city thunder-
woman!
step niggaz unda,
(WOMAN!)
her heels clockin' beats,
like rhythm to a dancer's feet,
she got streets, booty shakin',
streets just achin' to be walked on,
smarts just achin' to be chalked on,
ignorant ballers who think she's jus sweets,
so they talk on in hopes for what lies beneath,
(but she balks) playin' her enemies,
just like L boogie, man,
elle boogies to beats of
most beautiful boogie men...

(say what?)

to see, to touch, to get, to want her,
a peek's enough to get you haunted,
to feed, to fuck, to trust, to love her
keep locked that lust unless she wants it,
trust me, she flaunts it, like NO other,
her name is, no flaws,
she ain't got no bothers,
to step to it she's undaunted.
she'll get UP, inna yuh FACE,
Queen bee put a bitch in her place,
all the way from NY to D8,
if Badness was time she'd neva be late,
(so don't even think to come play-her hate...)

semi atheistic machine guns

i came as an empty slate,
unmarked and unspoiled,
but alive
i learned through mimicry,
i absorbed both the ignorance/hate,
and knowledge/love,
a thirsty soil,
SO alive!
i searched for divinity,
i embraced and cherished
beliefs through faith, then
i tore them down
through mathematics/probability,
and my heart's still heavy
so my mind digs deep
so my truths converge
as my thoughts tend infinity,

i just ask a small favour...
if you'd lend me eternity.