visiting andover 15 years later pt 2

…...these buns may very well be....

after AfLatAm 45^th Reunion Weekend

blessings cloaked as controversial rejection

passing denial deaded with polite décor

mellow magic bedside manner so fidgety

you killed the mood even before possibility

let's broach bullshit approach nostalgia

with sense of getting family comfortable

presence requires greatness beyond sacred

what awaits after Great Lawn walking out

on song and dance same ol' shuck and jive

dig within archives to find ancient footage

timeless elevation

please crown me king

but don't call me brother

if you don't share my hustle

abstract art needs better frames

reference forgotten ideas fast

as smoke dances

under quiet streetlight tailgate

we fail to escape barbed wire gates

wrapped around memory lane

you have an obligation in perpetuity

preach community pride fluently

code switch at speed of claves clapping

behind your deeper conversations

adding action to jovial nonchalant rhetoric

give you imperative incentive

to respect my inherited Spanglish slanguage

visting andover 15 years later

Non sibi - “not for one's self”

FINIS ORIGINE PENDET - “the end depends on the beginning”

lawns are great if you own that much property

bequeathed on your behalf

ain't gonna get beheaded

because you could buy your way out of that jam

perpetual plans extend long past original epiphany

realize no one will give you a sympathy for failure

to follow through only fool left is you

standing in mirror under street spotlight

declaring you want to be the star of your own show

lack of sellout means you have stayed true to your story

sacrificed childhood so your future would be misunderstood

told you as many ways as possible

your life has to be the opposite

logic based off ghetto conflict

why do our people hate each other with such vigor

ancient history can be found in recent pictures

what purgatory exists in the miniscule middle

what are the riddles and reasons within your rhymes

back to revisit those good ol days

where your hunger was louder than whiteboys rock next door

when you could ask so much

comprehend absolutely nothing but just enough

acting so tuff to cover up issues at home

bubbling below surface could sense tension

when back from vacation any freedom is welcome

when off school plantation

who knew you be saving your father from being a vegetable

somewhere somehow there is truth in all those jive stories

made me look at my block Clason Point Gardens

between Lafayette Metcalf Noble and Story

beauty of barrio barred like barbed wires

telephone cable someone roofed old Forces

source of inspiration declaration wanting recognition

someone got to yell from benches in back park

WE ARE HERE been deep rooted like roses soft thorns

why do we bear burden of distant scorn

vagabonds who carry contraband in worn luggage beneath eyelids

so when we blink you can unlawfully search our curtains

releases shackles surroundings ankles wrists

brain stopped and frisked whipped into red velvet cake batter

one more ingredient in devil's apple pie

make sure your seasonings sazonrific

soul been solid

lyrics are liquid

molecules disappear to gas