Outside the Lines

My Heart Lays
Still, Swollen
I Color Outside the Lines
I Held Out Hope
That a Caterpillar Would Turn Into a Butterfly
That a Drought Would Turn Into a Flood
I Color Outside the Lines

you have wasted

your wasting

always wasted

wasting away

the wasted waste

waste deep in the waste

of wasted away waste

wasting the wasted

you have wasted

Clover in the Spring

I peel back the husk of regret

to find reminets of love, that was once here

the smell of clover

the taste of Spring

the feel of confection

I peel back the husk of rage

to find reminets of hope, that was once here

the smell of Spring

the taste of confection

the feel of clover

I peel back

Untitled

OUR YESTERDAY BLEEDS

PERHAPS AFTER MY BROKEN PORCELAIN HEART DECAYS

YOU WILL BREATH POETRY

A PRAYER BEFORE DINNER

I'M TAKING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE

WHERE I LOOSEN THE NOOSE OF THE HISTORY OF MY PEOPLE

YOUR PEOPLE

WE THE PEOPLE

AND ALL THE PEOPLE KILLED IN THE REVOLUTION OF HIP HOP

AND HIP HOPE

I CANT FULLY UNDERSTAND

BUT I REGRET AND REGRESS IN AWE OF YOUR ROAD LESS TRAVELED

NOON

YOU LEFT PIECES OF NOON SCATTERED ON THE TABLE

WHILE I WAITED

WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING THIS GENERATION MUTILATED, DISCTRACTED

AND IRREVERENT

YOU LEFT PIECES OF THREE O' CLOCK ON THE FLOOR

WHILE I SLEPT

WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING US DISCONNECTED, NAKED

I LEFT PIECES OF MIDNIGHT ON THE DRIVEWAY

WHILE YOU CRIED

WHAT A MESS I MADE, STAYING TOO LONG, LEAVING MYSELF EMPTY, HURT

AND LIFELESS

SISTERS OF THE SOUL

TIME IS NOT A MEASURE OF DEPTH

SOULS WILL ALWAYS GIVE SHELTER AND SISTERS WARM LIKE THE SUN

HONEYCOMB HANDS AND SHADOWS WILL LEAD THE WAY

DEPTH IS NOT A MEASURE OF TIME

SISTERS WILL BREATH TRUST AND SOULS WILL HEAR OUR SMILES

OUR SOULS ARE SISTERS