Shits and Giggles

Boldly declare your identity

With no apology compromise or negotiation

Take or leave me for who I is

Proclaimed power practice in your preaching

Reaching beyond levels unseen

Connect reality to your dreams

No need to be timid in your bold affirmations

Can’t spend time awaiting another

To fall in love with your future

More distant than past yesterdays added up

To complicated cumulative experience

Perseverance and dedication to push

Through the drowning drought of doubt

Ink expands

Silence contracts

Makes your voice give language

To life lived within parenthesis

Heavy guarded caution do not enter

Signs encouraging you to never

Step outside yourself in quest for love

That should exist without expiration

Inside glowing Corazon in tune

With earth’s spinning all of us dizzy

Finding balance in middle of jungle

Gym monkey bars seesaw us climbing to the top

Take your time sliding to get to the bottom

Of what’s really bothering me

What’s the remedy for all your temerity

Tuck that shit the city is brutal break a bottle

On the building for the baptism of lost souls in all those

Houses bulldozed in the footprint

Feeling insignificant

In front of grandeur of grand opening

More hoping with soaking

In rhythms of pastime paradise

Realize life ain’t half as nice

As any other binary digital artifice

What happens when there is no electricity

What torch will you spark

Who are you left with

Only goons and sharks after dark

Slowly coming to a stop

Where you have to stop

Where you have to transfer

Go beneath the surface

To find that lava

That will light your holy path

Too many questions to ask

Few will answer constant reminders

Of prior transgressions reactions to document

As much as possible while paranoid

Never quiet in midst of gritty noise

Pause to analyze the causes and effects

Affecting your peripheral surroundings

Pounding of temples means brain is full

Of many illicit thoughts running wild

Make it to finish line for

Breathtaking exhilaration

So hilarious

You could regurgitate right now

Just for shits and giggles

interrogation

What will you carve out the concrete

Tears don’t make beautiful fossils

Shift in breeze causes flare of nostrils

Hostile towards anyone bumping into profile

Hands full of hair clenched enough to rip out roots

Scuffles on the floor with sessions understeps

Ain’t too much time left

When you been counting every second

Adding up all the loose change

To chain along individual looseys

Giving you a funny feeling about

Where you headed

How much deception can you pocket

Pick your spoils

Where you show up camouflaged

With shadows of sandstorms

At Orchard nicknamed chocha

Loco how schools go in four year cycles

Of rebirth renaissance new ideas

Building on top of firm foundation

Ability to question deconstruct

King court jester on your mother tongue

Language distanced from ancient wisdom forgotten

Make limited edition knowledge wholesale

Might get your understanding

Shining over constant turmoil

Destroying us asunder

Providing the sounds for veteran fiends

Still got that good groove enough dance moves

To never lose focus keep awake even though

Eyes drift to lower raptures plateau

Feels so lovely comfortable oppression

Like hand me down holy socks

Sweaters keeping chill away in winter

Keep in touch with your inner sanctum

Sanctuary condominium confusion

Down payment on doubt so easy

Hold it on the arm when clouds exist in chest

Take another congested breath

Describe the blinking momentum

Pushing you to lay down

Push away from the table saying I’ll be right back

Knowing you already bounced

Hoping your ghosts will create something timeless

Context critical consciousness

Aware of all your criminal sin

Oblivious of the obvious

Ridiculous regular sentences describe daily battles

Much rather build than destroy

Leave pieces of your soul

All over the proximity

Don’t go with your death so willingly

i been writing

Dulzura de Sangre

Have your cake and eat it too

Until you blue with frosting

Dripping off face and windshield

Tell us how the wind feels like

Broken sky

Unify past present and future

Take a few moments to gather

Yourself and get in proper position

Each confession more

Painful and stressful than

Previous paragraph

Pass through so many clouds

Life was constantly overcast

Storm significant

How small are you next to a stoic century

How times have made man

Which man made time

Enough for you to visit

Invisible yous huddled low

Frantically burning at the end

Of the bench after practicing dribbling

Don’t ever feel mediocre

Look out for rainbow sprinkles

Dancing over your memories

Heard the trees sing all day

With the seasons’ shift in the air

Walked around myself

Because time travel is never easy

Actually I did plenty

Remember every snow shower

And thunder up and down the Lane

Almost a Bronx River

But no Johnny pump could produce

This deluge cutting

Down all the original foliage

Feels like there’s no place to play

Planes streak smoke

Across sharp cielo

If you fly while you stunt

Impossible to lay low

Colors will identify quickly

Better to move like a ghost

Evaporate swiftly

Squirrels forcing you back on point

Harder to remember your path

See young ones forgetting todays lessons

Faster than you could speak

So confused hesitate before they reach

Even to eat next meal

May not be promised

Hungry not too much

Leave some room for knowledge

Courage to share with confident others

Only sense hatred with sisters and brothers

There I am right in the middle

Trying to break up an everlasting fight

I tell them to find your voice

However scared they are

And scream as loud as you can

Learn your words

And just dive into that cold pool

Splish splash

Next cry for air in deep water

In the game movements

Must be precise enough

For you to score safely

Without any verbal crutch

Or emotional hiccups

Internal pursuit of hidden language

Mixed with everyday panic

Making harassment regular

Another competitor

Throwing soul through microphone

To let the world understand his depression

Throwing peanuts

At the sad elephant

Tragic clown

Don’t pass down any of your anguish

Hope next generation

Will never be troubled

I started writing

In front of two way

Truthful peacock mirror

Allowing you to see a future

Couldn’t be any clearer

Except blink

Fast forward

Right here

Tomorrow nearer

clason point starving

Look at the 46 2 story houses
With front and back yards

Pinnacle of public housing
In the capital of the world

Should be declared a historic district
Where its residents celebrated 75th anniversary
With trips to Hot Millz for dolla dutches and frozen nemos

Hard to find fossils
When the authority sweeps and dumps all the guts
From last night’s remnants

All the highlights won’t have slo mo replays
From multiple angles just telephone
Rumors embellished louder than the next version

Unbiased according to local block legends
Who expired too soon

Believing myths created by concrete
Blocks designed to promote sense of ownership

When we don’t even lay claim
To every piece of lane twisted around itself

Wondering how the sunrise is so beautiful
In a view with sounds of shots

Fired at rivals bringing still raw beef
To late cookouts

Hardly any more hand to hand
Must employ next door neighbors as a lookout

Break off a piece of proper special package
Neighborhood watch feels sense of obligation
To maintain serenity of bake sales

Southeast part of Bronx right off Bruckner
Beginning of BX river parkway close proximity
To dirty 43rd Amadou’s spirit urges
You to identify yourself verbally

Before reaching for deadly wallet

Contained government issued ID
Will cuff you before stop and frisk

Right as about to go to the store for a glass of milk
Leaving yucky aftertaste
Where there should only be cavities
From too many penny candies

Inflated tenement wishes
Of sour power patch of land furnished

With ancient trees back to swampy farms
Western capitalism has usurped

Island vibes in a community based off
How fast and efficiently and silently is your hustle

Develop muscles from pulling your brother
Up by broken bootstraps caught in traps

Like rats who pack buddies
Searching for devil’s crusty bread
To make a warm grilled cheese
To accompany wonton soup

Sometime you gotta troop in order to find bags
Still lumpy with truth
Heavy with lies pungent odor

Grind will give
You sudor salty across beaten brow

No more pioneers holding keys to food
Western has found various ways to butcher the cow
Rack of ribs ready to be marinated

Easy to be sedated
Harder to stay awake

When your homies put you to sleep
Over the braggadocio you speak

Practice what you teach
How far can you reach

Gather as much as you can grab
Give me dap but don’t stand too close
For fear you might stab my crucial air

Needed to chew savor every molecular morsel
Mere mortals who stand in the middle

Of a seesaw trying to maintain balance
After numerous bitter shots to liver
Trying to filter all the waste

How safe is this place
Where everybody knows your name
Along with entire personal history

But if you put on that right beat
Even the most chiseled gangsta will tell you their story

Precise immaculate flow
Here we go again back to where we from

When knowledge is born
Innocence doesn’t contemplate a gun

who will believe if you don't

Reality is Duality

How does it feel looking through the veil

Mostly cloudy obscure bulletproof glass reflection

Behind fried food in front of fanatical freedom

Too much America blanca not enough brown Latinos

Yet sometimes poquito is just enough

Sofrito suave never rough as it blends the spices

Sensory memory still got the melodies

Bassline right underneath tongue right

Razor sharp redefinition rewriting

Claims to authenticity based on

Handed down horrorscopes focused

Assassinating any attempt to overcome apathy

Ever after hardly happily more like tragedy

Right before understanding shortcomings

Of country conditioned by conquerors

What is the leftover you were saving to throw away

Today’s possibility faded soon as sunset parked in sky

Night time will reveal all the details hidden

Didn’t think your stories could be written

So crowd could listen to visions

Putting you somewhere different

Paranormal position opposite of ultra regular

Must think better of self than exotic muck

Stop selling short

So quick to go broke

Where is that heavenly buck

unlearn your colonialism

What is the praxis in your practice

Sum it up to how you been acting
Professional regurgitation such elation

Can’t be waiting cooped up droopy synopsis
Of the ellipsis exhibited prohibited

Wish the moments weren’t temporary
Fleeting meeting sunnier horizons pictures

We could capture add up everything
Dying slowly but you keep living

Despite earlier warning signs keep grooving
Fortuitous timing forever shining reminded

Of simpler days when politics were background
Scandal spinning in circles to take a two step

Dizzy on the balcony
Close enough to see eagles attempting to
Attack your character antagonize pimp game

What remains how can you withstand
Why did you punch me with no regard

To my disparate emotions
No disclaimer to my party armor

Explaining why did you rage
All the excluded details minus the stink

Bring yourself to the brink imbalanced
While you still drink the blood of ancestors

Who carried you
Taught you to believe
Your sangre as religion

love is the remedy

all that love confused running out of crib

searching for what is right in front of face

in that case crib shall be the salvation

how could you never be inspired

by your son's cries

wipe the tears from your eyes

so much more to see

push him to run free

no need to hold hand will be able to run

find his purpose searching between cracks

what you  lack is proper perspective

enough to get the crowd going on your better behalf

so worldly

yet only been right around the block

homing device from

fried chicken bacon wrapped bubbleguts

so nervous who to trust

only wife and child few blesseed brothers

sharing blood experience sweat

defeat regret come up come back

like never left every day

pass life's test be the best you can

possibly raw roaring loud lion of judah

everything you do for jeem & pupa

doesn't matter how many mics you can rip

can you possibly put your son to sleep

no crying only gentle rocking

jazz serenading a lullaby to close those eyes

searching within yourself for a proper groove

no need to choose

we just wait for you

to keep breathing laughing running pointing

talking loving hugging

big baby fang

lil Amari Anthony Mohan Morales

never want you to have the burden of my shame

no chips on shoulders

violent temper tantrum

all attitudey for no exact reason

just be going through those blues

digging off that funk

without regaining inspiration for your rhythm

about to do so much

with what we provide

steaming will drop regeneration from the sky

those words you speak

will be beautiful harmony

luxury to make tomorrow shine

reminded of simpler days

when any beef was a Mami burger

how much have we grown

keep pushing the world further

don't let anyone define your identity

whenever you are stressed

love is the remedy