Which one

Which one

Not The Victim

parable me
miserable you
feeling disconnected
by the words of a few

Stained glass
cloudy gray you
Think you got me all figured out
by the words of a few.

A flying seagull
Philly pigeon you
Collaboration ceased
By the words of a few

Me For Dinner?

Imagine I be a bowl
of chicken meal
filled with metal beaks
and dry corns.

See the picture?

Eat me.

Reconstruction

I am trying to break free
I need a job
and the system doesn't like me
So easy to pull the race card
life is too hard
heart ache after another
looking for someone to love me for me
and here when I think all is down packed
I got traded for another tea

Love
So hard to keep, so easy to give
So easy to let loose
the passions and the noose
create and destroy
nothing seems right any more

I feel complex full of emotion
In a fish tank now
floating to the top, less motion
seeking food and all I hear
is tapping on the glass walls
All they could do is stare
trying to capture my attention
But I am hungry
I need gutter change
I talk but can't walk the walk
my friend
floating still
my mind races towards the hill
where the horizon awaits
and the moon rises and the sun waves goodbye.

Tempted to pull out the cards
blame everyone else for my woes
But it gets harder and hard
when your friends sell souls

sell outs
cop outs
you stink
amoebas
hyenas

Reconstruct.

I am under construction.

Bloom.................

Rainbow is the color

Concrete steps in the east direction
Scrapes and burns
warned out shoes
conjured hopelessness within my soul
the goals
and dreams
seems to be distant like Bridgeport
to the Long Island Sound
grounded by the usual
can't be casual
blunt and obvious
but the color folks still oblivious
cater to the color
cater to the heritage
but the world needs the now
not homage to the ancestors
Seeing flags of pride
the demise of their own fall

Now open your eyes
Let your spirit color fly
Let your soul shine through
Your not indigenous to God
Let the godly ways seem indigenous to you.

Away the coats
of flesh and muscle
all the hustle and hustle
tires the chuck meats within the guts
Legs torn in two directions
follow the heart beats
featured DJ Mind
Since the beginning of time
the electronic age existed through Neurons
and flesh machines
so I seek these
the spirit walkers
the inspirational talkers
that lights my path to enlightenment
tired of the false profits
and fake artists
selfish to serve themselves
in a hungry world.
Barter if you don't have money
We on a mission to save the girl.