Day 22

We be tempted by

temptation & tragedy

teetering on 

bad decisions 

in the depths of our 

Soul—

I ask you,

don’t grow cold

Question the power,

the structure,

the mold

Both toxic & structure

your sense & sensibility 

Ask, 

what it would be like 

to be senile on the Nile;

then, go chase the dream

Chase the strands & seams 

of lost causes & things;

release butterflies 

for the wings that failed you,

And the wings you’ll sprout 

On what the new journey 

will bring

It’s still beautiful

Still has pockets of 

pretty

tucked under smooth boulders

with water crashing 

above,

causing sound 

creating fresh scent 

In city creeks

under city bridges 

as citizens, loved ones,

employees, and day drivers 

speed on

Remember with no regret

Live even though the pillow case 

is still wet 

…just continue to live

4/21 (21st poem)

End of a notebook.

Could say,

end of an era;

end of my motivation,

off into space starin’--

Contemplatin’ a vacation

30 for 30 not playin’

reconstructin’ consistency

for fires in belly.

Black & underrated,

Old & overstated.

Done seen many a act,

so being impressed

comes at a cost,

that’s great.

AI’s best, is slop

from my pen;

there is no machine 

that can whoop

my imagination.

Dub Ace

Veinte plus Uno

times

30 for 30 closin’

but still this 

ink shines.

Sublime to reality’s 

release of emotional 

burnout;

We broke 

beakers, blood, 

and promises 

for the science of life

and still ended up

scarred–

felt banned & barred 

by community

yet still I write…

still I be.

420 (it’s poetry month right?!)

 

Day dub,

4 w/ a hug

we packin’ green slugs 

in white canvas

w/glassy eyes 

so surprised 

when cyphers 

come back

(to life?)

white, red, yellow, or black

we relaxed,

today.

Say hey

slap some 

wrinkled skin; put 

One in the air,

for beginners,

for sinners, for 

wins

& wonderment

that

meets

squirrel

for the world

& it’s wonder…

Like trees…

Man, I was on

that same damn

plan…

I mean place

fuck plain Jane

I need the 

purple chick

from OG Star Trek…

or was she green?

You already know

what I mean

Happy Holidays…that 420

Way

Day 19

Drink fast–

Flask shooter who 

saves on Wednesday,

wolves travel in packs

unprotected–

Rejected w/ reason

the season of 

the predator 

is partialled and parted 

Protective of young 

guardians

Project the 

Pride

to higher potential,

them kids may have  the 

equation for 

particle re-enhancement

that we been seekin’--

That big dog

w/ sharp teeth

& paws, put 

pause on house trained 

pit-bulls–

this destroyer 

causes danger…

That one, 

that call of the wild will,

will you, 

moments of compromise 

and will rise 

off the chain, 

take your membrane–

not insane, but in-step

you met,

day 13?

Wolf

wizard of the snap back

& red entrails trailin’ 

the tail that 

gives balance 

through the 

tapestry

Drink fast

fast shooter

He

is he.

18 (The Dean)

We do other times on other days

pick out them

problem children 

then, 

get paid

We be rhythm ridin’

work on weekends and vacation slide 

on Mondays when 

madness manifest

We stay blessed with 

Universal Order–

Cross brown borders into

bad lands and lands holdin’ the baddest

We like the circus

and get spoiled by 

the fights!

It’s WorldStar, 4th period

and them phones 

is recordin’ in plain sight

Clear the area,

Break the scene

Get out the damn way,

Here come the Dean

Here come 

the Dean

17

For recovery,

for discovery & 

discomfort, of not 

forging ahead to 

fit in space

where unwelcome mats 

sit.

We sat in it,

drank deep in 

it’s depth & 

hung over it’s 

over tones of 

Never enough–

Enough 

of the lies & 

left days

Today we move forward.

For the sake 

of sanity, &

the future

16.

Today’s not a 

good day–

I’m lonely

& frustrated

can’t blow out 

candles 

Want to drop

a #hammer

on my head &

start over.

Today’s not a 

good day–

and that’s all

I can say.