Obliged…

Intervert

it’s

me

that flirts

with

My

Own Danger

I ain’t

any savior

but

fight for

Strangers

to live

in

stability

even

if

Coronavirus

wants

to fight

us

I dig deep

tumbling

uneasy

Can’t

sleep living

restrictions

fighting

addictions

it’s all

in

many decision

if I

just

listen

the answers

glistens

to reality

it

grimes

happiness

as it

sits

at a

decline

it’s the

world

a

masked mirror

reflection

of the living now

times

to

surviving

on a

hustle and grime

as

hate crimes

claims

and the

exploding

unemployment

aims

to

heights

unspeakable

“We in this together…not really people”,

when jobs

not

open

politics

distorting

colors

RED Or BLUE

States

in United States

reality

the real

or

lying

production

to

money

to

steal

Lives

by the

day

as

greed

happily

Obliged

and

by

night the

others for others

and the

poor pray.

You See but Don’t See…

Can’t eat

no

home

just

concrete

cold

dirty

grains

of sand

stomped

upon

globally

cold

icy

burns

beneath

the

tents on a

ground

of cardboard

removal

quietly

surviving

and

rushed

into a

buried

ground

cleansed

by

no hospital

no visitors

no family

no name

its

inevitable

dust to dust

back to

ashes

water

wash away

in the

sewers

cause

no one

knew us

as

homeless.

Masked

Morning

into

mourning

thousands

is

hard to

swallow

like black

licorice.

Forty-five

lying

all

snickerish

covering

up

manure

in

fatalities

missing

the morals

of

reality

chirping

craziness like

“Great Again”…”Great Again”…

Pardon me,

since when?

This

aint

an

On/Off

Hollywood

production

camera scenes

movie

or wicky wonderland

dreams

lights, camera, action!

Not to

States

or

22 million

stay-in

out of

work

it’s been

repeated

6 feet away

or

6 feet deep

face

masked

extremes

coughing

ah-choo

quarantine

days

to

nights

hotter

than

a volcanic steam

glacier island

melting

away

from sun beams

but

TRILLIONS

in green

given

to people

ain’t broke

but the

joke

“We All In This Together”…

whatever

Be

Woke.

These Days…

Dark tunnels

pass

near

rather than

far

present

in

living

when

death

whereabouts

Inside

the head

purely

running around like a two-year-old

on a playground

screaming

loud

under a bleacher

Ahhhh!

Student to a teacher

A+,

plus, plus,

degrees

to the

cleverest

to shoot

for a forecast

life

from the hood

wishing

that they’re

little engine

that

could…

but,

never

overseas

never

overcoming

the stuck

in the yuck

like gum

overwhelmed

to be

scrape off

once

found

beyond dark

shadows

that follows

under pressure

walking.

Burdens

trapped

under

alligator skin

clamping

into

ways to get

into

a death roll

twirling

around

rough tidal waves

crashing

deep in

depths

to

sorrow

until

nothing

left

except

the burdensome

bullet

in my pistol.

Right On Point

Rat-a-tat-tat!

It’s no mystery

I been bout

that…

restless

aiming

straight

ahead

pulling

back

ready for the attack

click- clack

it is a matter of

FACTS

crazy situations

keeps pockets

on slender

real life

count’em

walking corkscrews

acting brand new

living in a fantasy movie

no

one

sees

their previews

till

death’s

smoking chamber

pointed… Bang!

It’s Brains

over beauty

checkmate.

I am that cutie

keeping my

eyeballs scoping

always

wishing and hoping

for better

in my bloodstream

but its

WHATEVER

clarity isn’t

what it seems…

Dreams

get faded

if I pull out my toolie

cause

ugly

actin unruly

caught in the

wintery

storms

of December

I remember my temper…naughty!

Ain’t

jolly for them snotties

never letting

the nonsense ride

feeling like a villain

cause my evils

be revealin’

I am done swallowing

my pride

I do

what I do

to stay alive…point-aim-shoot.

Midnight

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Dark and alone…home

but

not really there…

sitting between walls

looking at them with a blank stare…do I dare?

Emotions everywhere

mind all over the place

rocking back and forth

without

a rocking chair

blowing out

hot air

mumbling, ”Do I really care?”

If midnight was in

the daylight

maybe I would

dissolve in the sunlight

away from

the darkness

that hunts

me often

to

put me in

a burial coffin

dead

from my own head.

 

 

Jayna

Hey baby sis,

the one that

I miss

so far

never near

your fingerprints

on me

are smeared.

Ain’t perfect

no one on

Earth

is…

wish we

could go back

one last time as kids…I wouldn’t

change a thing,

life is what it is…messed-up at times.

From time

to time

you cross my mind

but

our paths now

won’t ever

aligned

again…shrugging the tension off my

shoulders…

bye

baby sis,

I wish we

could’ve grown

together older.