The Hold Down Repeating

Hoodwinked

to be

shipped

and whipped

sold

for a

half-a-cent

unjustified

medley,

rattling chains

clink to

slaves

depleted ancestry

separated

in ways

unknowns

to

unmarked graves…,

Whispered into

years

those

were the

old 400 years…,

Present days,

old and young

clamps

ways

to those

leaping away,

clawing

them

back

into

the boiling pot

to be

flipped

out,

buried-in,

or

cast-out,

to

hatred

footsteps

knowing

where their

from, going, to future,

whereabouts.

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One Will Be Appointed To You…

Closed eyes

Darken…,

Sleep

deep

into

nothing…,

Bullet-proof

vest

unrest,

Awaken…,

To

chalky

outlines

updated

in

blood-shed

screams…,

Faces smearin

tears-shed

lost…,

Twisted

in

newz headlines

breakin,

streets crimes

taken,

FAKE

crimes

FRAMED

NOOooo…Unforgiven…,

Shots

fired

colorful green

fireworks

plenty to

four-eyed-suitcase-suited-Goons,

thrivin,

hustlin and grindin,

to make

lairs point

to

rap sheets

in fees

of toxic

restitution…,

Solution,

snappin

jail bars

inclusion

stamped for

minorities…,

pinches

hurt less

than punches…,

Fight…,

Damn right,

for the

Right to Life, Liberty,

and Security…,

Pop!

Eyes,

Lighted Opened.

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Future Dreams

Young

Kings and Queens

flourish

into your

Dreams

reach past

the

highest

Galactic

soaring

in turbo

confidence

and clever

insight

to be

inventive

in your

own

original

Pride.

Wipe Away

copy-cat

Wide eyes

and curious

Keeping Up

with the Who

in

deloris

pre-teen to adulthood,

falsehoods,

No

Good.

Keep accelerating

past

hypnotizing

planets

shining

resoucefulness

to snatched

your

talented

Armor Ship

from

boosting

away.

Be

Innovative.

Be

the

pioneering youth

into

Your Own

Future

creating

Worlds

money

doesn’t exist

and everyone eats

without recipes

for gravity

disasters.

Be fearless.

Extend the

latitude and longitude

of your

imagination

into

hyperdrive orbit

gravitating

to

a magnitude

of everyone

uniquely Gifted

and

Equally cherished,

discovering

Young

Kings and Queens

flourishing

in their

dreams

to Lift-OFF.

That is That!

portrait by JoeEngland

Get back…,

OR

it’s payback,

to

attack

a hot tension

stacked

intuition

build-up,

unraveling,

holding together,

in a day

of light

to

brewing grey

smoke

percolating

at the

seams,

poofing

future dreams

into

Asphalt…,

oh, its mean

to say

BOO and get spooked…,

Step Back,

OR

lay flattered

on the mixture gravel

regurgitating

chunks of

lies

accumulated

from the inside

of You…,

Walk

Backwards

Away,

into the

cave

sculpting

the beginning

to the endings

of Your

short sentences,

as the

END.

Life Jacket

Floating far away

from shore

backstroking

through

the oceanic

into

a life

No One

needs to

explore,

Mine…,

having no

clue in

shoreline

directions

swimming

freestyle into

an attached

anchor of

exhaustion…,

up and down

in panic attacks

breaths in

endurance

taken in

saltwater on

each

breaststroke

for

survival

for what?

What did I do?

What can I do?

An individual

medley

dangerously

too gone

under

for

a SOS message.

Ocean Waves

Sounds all the same,

Crashing, Clashing…,

Rushing in-Rushing out…,

shifting sands

blown in

many winds

air

travel far and near

to

breathe- in

the Ocean.

A

single

Polaroid picture

alone

frozen

weakness

in a

selfie

uneasy

to sit

Slick,

get dirty,

or

be rocky,

cocky,

to

Smile

or

don’t

digging in

ten toes

into

beach sand

before

water waves.

Boogers to

brush

faces others

won’t or don’t

ain’t

NO

cares

on the

Beaches

to

feel-in the waves

in

feelings

of

tears

running-in and running-out,

crashing and clashing,

away

drops

blown cool

in the breezy

wavy-chill-waves.

Nurturing

the

sounds

as a blanket

sitting

Still

amongst shifting

sands

to the

waves

that

sounds

All

the same.

It is what it is…?

No ordinary

day

waking up

to the same

old

in a different

sway

stretching out

or

curling in

to stand…,

holding

pressure

boiling

in tight fist

time and Time

to

mirror to Mirrors

laughing,

to a point

To

be

okay

To

breathe

OK,

cool

air of calmness

to

loosen

the strides

in walkbys

past-bys

shadows

and

echos

bouncing

heights on

rocky hills.

Blindfolded

perceptions

brewing

bitterly

grainy

litters

in loads of

stifling mugshots

singing cheers…,

calculated and

devilishly

sunken in deep

riot of rodents

Screaming inside

cloned

outside

waking up

to the same

old

in a different

sway.