memories dies in pools of blood
A hit to my neck
Cant carry my head
High it seems ...but i did not eat nor fart the beans
Then the rain comes in abundance like a cry of crows no wolves....sniffing air.
The old man sits in wonder rocking himself to sleep
As one say .."its defeat."
the others come to chatter
a claim of darkness scene....The Klan
Whispering in sorrows of their own delima or agenda
The same will smack your face into a smile....
or love ...or hate
It may be an assisted project of distractions
Looking out to my inner being of consciousness
I did not kill myself
Or am i already gone to look for death?
Or should i seek life in this emiginable world or time
Where everyday is a challange of existing
Today i had a bath
tomorrow i will bathe again
and rub my skin to live....for life is LoVe
My skin seems like a blast of beauty once lived.....on blackened hopes and dreams of speeches told
I know myself....i know how to read but can never spell my name....
Or eat the food of the devine created by men ....like a law to a crime...or a crime committed to misunderstanding ways of the believes feed upon my Souls.
As i lay to sleep i think of God
To put my heart at ease
As my Soul will find its way ....