Ya Understand Me

Ya Understand Me?

 

The otherside of nuclear                            More like benign bombs

Never meant to blow                             only sit quiet wait to be broken down

 

No need for peace treaty

More like declaration of intentions to speak freely

 

Like Heal the World make it a better place

Shoulda just started on my block

 

They don’t want the Bronx to organize

Because our reparations would like the reservations

Neglect can negate your very existence

An insistence on instigating your instinct

 

Things fall apart barely hanging intact

The natural setting leaves nature sitting

The hatred simmering til the suffering steak is sautéed

 

Medium well                            the tedious spell of dizzying cycles

Riding that wave more like tidal

Before drowning in your spit puddle

 

Wear a life jacket in those deepwaters of reflection

Perception is more important than confessing

 

All those back of the closet secrets whose bones

Still rattle and clang                            trying to find the hood where freedom hang

 

Him and my mother kissing cousins                            but what do we face now?

An empty crib with a cat making dog growls

 

Pictures from yesteryears that tell you half the story

Fill in the rest                            thinking bout how did we end up here gets me stressed

Conventionally conveniently silent

Montage of memories that keep echoing the entropy

 

Mental telepathy would be amazing

Power to transport me faraway

To the fantasy side of family where

There is always a happy ending               everyone says good night

Bendicion             

 

This rendition has a reservation at the windows of my world

Beautiful night to examine the skyline of my spirit

Every valley and peak                            each alley and street

That hides a little bit of my hope

Behind a tree under a rock by the fence

Sit on the bench the secret note will be hidden above

Or below the brick holding the keystone

 

Type to roam dust between bones

Mellow all alone sleepy sometimes scared

 

Beware when the heart bounce

Cautiously avoid being caught up feeling like luck

Is something only a dolla might provide

 

Along with the public there is a darkside

Where the light don’t shine too bright we ain’t wrapped too tight

 

A loose pull leads to a weak push

 

Hard to even open the door for a quick look

Contents shaken under pressure ready to burst

 

Curses are symptomatic of the larger havoc

If you could open the attic only imagine what you could find

 

All the divine signs that have shown you

To walk the thousand steps down the path

 

Of Pa’lante so that nadie

 

can ever

 

Take your love from your hands