good night gorilla, good night moon

Anocheci enfermo

            Amaneci bueno…..

                                                                        -Jay Wright, “The 2^nd Eye of the World”

watch the clock

run away without any sleep

during quiet twilight hours

should have taken sedative much earlier

to calm down caffeine

glad to make mother into grand generation

moves faster than you can stand

take steps deep breaths oxygen enough

to rock you to slumber comfortably

wonderfully

love the space given on divine clouds

connection to earth’s crust

truth is snoring loudly with eyes closed

slow motion slur

times passes so quickly all a blur

ponds and puddles never disturbed

try skipping rocks across wet surface

Jesus marched faithfully over deepest waters

you can barely take acid rain drops

stinging you on both temples

what images and memories

dreams and doubts dance around your mental

is it possible replace your escape

staying stuck within stubborn mindstate

don’t show up for your blessings too late

resurrection will give you a chance to elevate

Life will be better when you awake

TKO

Technical Knock Out

Go to sleep one arm over eyes

All the lights on TV still blaring

Inheriting parental nods leaning on couches

Good groove early temper flare

Never learned to deal with anger effectively

Challenging self to become better

Surrounded by books magazines newspapers

Vinyl tapes CDs videos pictures

Various forms of media designed

To provide insight side profile PBS

Art of elocution practice BS jive and shuffle

How will you hustle legally

A little thievery just to get ahead

Quicker faster make sure your resume

Stands out from the pile

Qualifications guaranteed by best effort

Superb in ghetto gifted and talented

Now mediocre by college prep

Grind to study greater gain from ultimate sacrifice

Ancestors’ decisions to hold steady

To rocky dreams of mountains tragedy

Fountains of youth’s apathy

All hail illuminati majesty

That controls your powerful path

Where is the happiness during

Those funky cloudy days

Where the path out the maze

Is never absolutely clear

Hold your faith as your passion

Please don’t fall victim to fear in every thought

Behind every blink

Within each inch

Just a pinch is usually enough

Hard to add up when all mathematics

Terribly fuzzy

Who could ever love me

As much as those in closed quiet

20 Clason Point Lane

So much has changed

Hardly much remains except

What occurs between suenos that left you sweating

Regretting everything you never said

All that you wished you could have screamed

Randomly out loud while watching evening news

About a world we barely understand

How much we could do

With the tiny slice we have

Must grab attention with your GODLY ACTIONS

One day you wake up

You are old

How quickly does your VIDA happen? 

hallelujah

Gloria Gloria

Embrace your faith never fear

Certain melodies move you to point

Of tears trickling down face

Flowing like johnny pump deluge

Flood block with puddles of pain

Easy to walk over worry

Rhyme calmly find moments of tranquility

Qualities of quitters quite a few

How will you best spend your time

Past curfew with lights out

Juggling bubbling variety of vanity

Many ways of processing sanity

Screwed a little loose too much room to play

Can easily trip over extension

No pretending are you for real?

Won’t ever reveal what you can’t conceal

Your obnoxious is obvious

Procrastination participation within populace

In love with lack of consequence

Every utterance noxious nonsense

One way circling around twisted lane

So much depends upon

Who exits who remains

Exchange foreign of pleasantries

More comfortable with weaponry

No subliminals directly tell you

Death is what you selling me

No returns no money back

No concern while you burn

Away what you lack

Compounded by your slack

Hard horizon won’t let you iron out issues

What if imaginary pistils in palms

Blasted flowers from finger dandelion shots

Allow wishes instead of vicious revenge

End only momentary pause

Next breath next lifetime seeking source

Mainframe outline thousand approximate pixels

In fuzzy picture

Memory faded photographic

Turbo rapid fire

Can never press buttons fast enough

To activate next levels without defeating

Enemies flawlessly remarkably

When passed mic with infinite audience

Words are lost never simple to encounter

Complex divine design

Crooked line please don’t step outta