Aging

I think
I'm growing
to become one of
those old guys
who see's
that everything in
life is a sham, you
know the one who
has an answer
to the solution
for our pollution,
the one the young
see as entertaining
but not necessarily
in a good way, they
ask you questions
to see you bump your
gums, but ironically they learn
a thing or
two about
what we
should
do with bums,
they
listen to
your stories
about
you passing
out from too
much rum,
but they
question you
for answers
because they

are young,
you're not
there parents,
but almost too
old to hang with
the squad and
honestly you
feel a little ridiculous
and a tad odd,
not because age
but what society
thinks, you
know that they're
thinking what
society thinks,
in Summer you
give a fuck but
in Fall not
so much,
image is
a facade,
Squads are
a mirage,

friendship
circles
become
small
there's only
a few that you
would call, it
seems depressing
to summer, the
season of shine,
but Autumn is the beginning of
Reflection, a reduction
of time
 its only
fitting that
there's a
difference in mind,
a change in
perception,
we spring forward
for the summer, but
in Autumn we
fall back in
time, one can
call it nostalgic

Let me rewind...

I think
I'm growing
to become
one of those
old guys
who see's
that everything
in life is
a sham,
but is it
years of
seeing lies
and Fruedian
slips, is it
accumulated
knowledge,
 seeing t.v.
is full of shit,
I mean knew
that at 21, actually
saw at 17, when
the twin towers
fell but
that was a time
period when
technology hadn't
prevailed, we had yahoo
to search and
random engines
to lurk
before google we
 had Ask Jeeves
to find out
about earth...

Humble pie

Why are
you serving
me a slice of
this shitty pie?
like I don't  have
enough things
in my life to
keep me grounded
like I don't read
enough to
keep me rounded,
like I don't
have mirrors
in front of
me, like I
haven't realized
my mistakes, I
can't forget
its the reason
for my position
today, its
a constant
reminder, but
I'll take the slice
because pain
is a part of life,
its growth, success
in disguise because
happiness won't
fly the skies, just
ask United...I
guess its best
if we're divided...

I've been
drinkin and
thinkin, contem-
plating, debating,
that humble pie
is good for
relations and stuff
alike, its a reminder
on quiet nights, when
the beds cold and the
nights warm, when
the worlds back is
to you, when life
is yelling screw
you, when people
are seeing through
you, its a reminder
of who you or what
you, when you, all
past tense who
you were, what you're
not, where people leave
you incase you forgot
when you soar who
you left sore it
all comes charging
at you like a
wild bore, sweating
arogance out your
pours until
your rich in
character and
your bank account is
 poor...

Humble pie....

At 25
you're
tasting
it...

Early 20s
you don't
understand it...

Untitled XIX

People believe in religions but won't believe there's some who can communicate with those spirits religions talk about. Everyone has the ability to communicate.

Look around

Eyes on
the ground
all I see is
trash, garbage
cans close by
I silently ask, "why"?
Eyes in the sky
the horizon is
greyish brown,
they say there's
a conscious
movement but
look around...

Eyes on
my phone
people
speaking
stuff they
wouldn't say
in person, but
I'm the weird
one because
I talk about
stuff you've
never heard of,
I'm weird because
I think and
search, I'm boring
because I'm worried about
our earth, all
fuckers wanna
do is talk about
dumb shit...
distractions...

"When did
he start smoking
weed?" When
I discovered I
can stay on
this planet and
at the same
time leave, I
ask for death 

but the spirits 

say stay...

I've had
too many
good moments
in my life,
I see the
good in man,
and when I
say the good
that's our
bad included,
I see the beauty
in her, in her,
and him, I
see the
shine within,
I see laughter
and joy, I
see words
destroy,
while actions
rebuild and
memories become
void..

Peace sign

Sometimes
peace can
be a trojan
horse, of
 those
two fingers,
one is waved
right before
a war...
is peace
born of
remorse?
They say I
I question too
much, there's
never enough,
its all growth,
different perspective,
different times, new
minds, new speech,
same battle, different
feet, new drugs, same
street, keep them
locked in poverty,
suffer slow, constantly,
even though we consciously,
make an effort to better self,
you get stripped of better
health, its an obstacle
like short people touching
the higher shelf, they keep
us out of reach
teach us necssity
then change the
strategy...

There's
no sign
of peace,
yet when
we war, there
are signs for
peace, but
two fingers
is the sign
for peace
watch what
you sign,
because
it can be a
sign for peace...

only for
one people...

I digress
look at this mess,
all of this stress,
non sense at its
best our president
is a wreck, a
country at its best?
America you're
depressed,
America is
opressed
trumpsters impressed,
foodies are obssesed
with bacon wrapped
everything, like a
heart attack isn't death?
yes we all die
but don't fall
to white lies, I
mean don't fall
for white lies, lining
pockets with white
guys, filling the
pockets of white
guys, diabetes from
apple pies, cholesterol
from french fries, its
like food has become
a trend, a race to see
who can get the biggest double
chin, bags are doubled
so the grease doesn't
leak from within, food
doubled portion to bury
our fucking sin, fucking
simps, fucking look,
they're the fucking
crooks, silenced by
what they cook, destroyed
by false books....

Yet we
wave peace...

but the
real war is us....

they only market
what you want...

water is expensive
because you keep
buying sugared
punch...

Indian Summer

During hard times, I close my eyes and say, "this is my present moment" wishing I can fast forward to the future, rushing life's seconds instead of enjoying the minutes, wishing I was in a higher altitude for time moves faster the further one is away from gravity...anxious, restless mind pacing and fatigued, the fall back to dark days makes the day end and night succeed, but hours from the cusp of the suns rise, leaves us yawning and lethargic with red eyes, warm nights but no sun leaves the clock confused, close to winter but the reflection in the mirror shows youth, a few signs of winter show in the morning but by mid day, its as if summer never ended, a few different color leaves but the sunshine is relentless, the winter clothes are folded up, crickets chirp fast hoping in the windows, tempers begin to flare as we complain, "its hot and we're three weeks away from winter" while others envy the youth of rays we bathe and bask like life will forever last, we're jealous of others turn of the season but have no worries and all laughs, as the grips of winter begin to bring about those pains, we feel outcasted the late bloomer of winter days, this Indian summer makes us feel time is scathed, trapping us in youth in our winter days...

Diabetes in my jeans

42 in the waist, I might need more room, my heart beating hard, I sweat when its cold, my hands stiff when I rise, fat in my thighs, determination in my eyes because all this extra ass means diabetes in my jeans....forced to be thick in a country that worships the slim but markets fast fat food, how are you suppose to win when the industry wants you to lose? Gmo and fried shit, pushing for organic its expensive, the uneducated don't know that if they grow there dollars slow and the prices come down on the food you grow, the plant prices get low and you can feed a whole community, no need for medicine, food is our immunity,  scrutiny, leading us to advanced minds: impuinty... no need for the puiny kids or that fat backs because our vegetables, collard greens don't need fat back....Diabetes in the genes starts with hot cheeto bags in the jeans, snacking on the fake colored chips make us Fiend, disappeaence of the Fi processed food is meant to end..Google what is Fi.....