Friday, November 11, 2011


The Logistics of breathing is Taxing.


I beckon you, come fall on me like rain and
release me from my plight.


Where are you?
You where suppose to pick me up on the
conner of  troubles and pain.


The food I had to eat today made me feel bad
again. I grew lethargic, couldn't work on my
Dreams. I had to go to bed early, because of you!


My car wouldn't start today. I need a new starter.
My retired Mother couldn't afford a car so this was Our
only means of travel. The neighbors were so busy
fighting over your absents, that I couldn't get their help.
[I never liked them anyway].


I had to pay for a tow truck to get my car to the shop.
Pay for a cab to get from the shop because they
couldn't get to my car for two days, Two Days!
I guess in these times everyone is trying to hold on
to their current wheels, so everyone is nursing their
current wheels.


After having to pay for a cab both ways, buy a new
starter, pay the mechanic to put it on, I was then told
That I couldn't have my car until I paid the two day
lot fee for storing it :[

I didn't have it. I had to walk to my Mothers house,
Across town, borrow more money from her, and
then catch a cab before the shop closed. Oh did I
mention, I was getting in the car originally to find
a job.

Money...Your a real Bitch!

And now that my car is fixed, I'm going to find
out where you live, show up at your door,
and after your selfish ass answers, I'm gonna
knock thefuuuck! Out of you! Then turn you
around and turn you in to My Bitch!

So when people see you on the street working
for, no, hoeing for me,... They will say, Yo!
Big Time. How much do it cost to get a
piece of Your...MONEY.

Sunday, November 6, 2011


Let them go. Let them go. Let them go.

You can only do you,
and they can only do themselves.
Leave them to God.

Chickens and Eagles.

Mountains are for the Eagles.
Mole hills are for the... chickens.

I didn't want to fly alone.
I was raised thinking that everyone
had that magic potential to get themselves
to the top of the mountain if they just
believed,... but now I know,
my hard head finally understands
that.... believing, is a talent, 
and talents are rarely taught.
You either have it or you don't.

I spent years chasing those chickens
around the mole hill, hoping that one,
just one, would fly with me.
Now I finally got my head on straight.
I only look for other Eagles now.

Do you know how to tell a baby
eagle from a chicken?
Their every day...
They work on their Dream,
...every day.  Without help,
without money, without,...
encouragement. They prepare
to fly the mountain.

Flying is a skill which takes great
faith and dedication, 
and in the begining, great concentration.
I am my Flight now.
I only smile with the chickens,
but I converse with the Eagles.

You can't talk them into it.
You can't force them into it.
You can't shame them into it.
You can't beg them into it.

Let them go. Let them go. Let them go.

They only know chicken talk because
they're scared, and their scared
because they're
a bunch of...CHICKENS.