...there is a peace
here
amongst the perils
of this earth
there is a triumpant show
death and birth
the shival of leaves
blooming of life
to be
despite the sheer
there is a growth here
and the arch to nowhere
in perticular proceeds
never enough to walk
among the seeds
barefeet the spirits
heartbeat
inside i start to bleed
confused i know there is a need for...
balance
holding true to form
without sleeves i am
exposing all suppose~it
shame of me
for i am in his debt
and one~day i shall
walk this way
up a shadow paved pathway
and disappear

it is Neptune that rolls by
behind all the thin lines
tipping the tide
got us all scurring to our
personal pride
of what "we"
perceive as truth
hark does the mountains move?
elders, sirs what art thy numbers?
are thou too many trees
in thoust way to see
the forrest?
for in the end...
we will all lose
those that know
what is unknown
take our cues
and prepare for the journey
see.....
there are openings
of succulent
moist warmth
tempting temptation
too much
and we fall
by the dozen
souls lost and
disappear

for me
i am the only one
my eyes sees
but there are so many
invisible
egos
such a thickness
there is a glow
thick gray-black-yellow
it calls me home
sayin'
"there is no such thing as silent heros"
vainly each step i take
i move further away
making my feet sad
cause she
anticipated air
and the better for sooner
to disappear

arms wide blue eyes ~to~ blue eyes
going way beyond reason
turning the me in me
believing that history
isn't real
theres is another deal
dealing sneaky
the God in me sees
and keeps me from leaning
cause
my feet knows holly ground
she have walked this way before
she knows the glorious sound
over off Mack and Third
and the ghettos keep growing
and the mothers keep moaning
and the fathers keep leaving
and the childrens keep needing
and niggas are spreading
beyond ways they hadn't intended
and it is only the norm
and there are more and more
storms
they warn
AND IT WAS WRITTEN
Trask calling home all the children
cause he spoke and speak
exposing the deeds
of evil doers
shedding some light
reguardless of personal plight
a beacon
a source
"don't look back"
laying out the map
and journeys begin

here is an exquisit place
shadows in time
massive innercity thick green
inside
out~of this tremedous
empty space
lined in sheer
hang blocking the salt
that hard~heads fear
looking back is an extreme thought
bare~by~nature
quiet possible only
a vision
i move along
knowing that such things
as i
will somedayin one-life time
or another
disappear