people go through thangs, poets go through thangs, we all goin' through something--we in a got-damn pandemic. so my heart and soul goes out to all of you.
this is for you, whether you be business owner, or mom who left her family, or dad who has been drinking through all this, or teen who is just trying to figure this ish out. this is off the dome, don't give a damn kind of poetry. it's 30 for 30 right?? well here go part of that 30......
The Idea of Essential
Push, protrude;
pick and nit-pick till
the pumping of life-
blood through veins
pop!
Pressure.
Call it a sickness,
dangerous; pandemic
proportions to pause your
pockets till pituitary glands
claims--
That’s Enough !
I am in Business
At least for brief
moments,
I am.
But brick & mortar
be the base
and sales be slipping to
the basement.
More is needed
than this
raggedy-ass
jump-start;
this so-called
forgivable loan leverages.
Telling me I have to
put my livelihood aside
and ride out this
masked necessity time,
till peaks level out?!
Leadership is shit, and
a joke. Leaving me broke.
Labeling me,
Non-essential.
__________________________
prompt: Incomplete
Pieces, like puzzles
missing parts, or leaves
leaving seasons behind;
I was no longer there.
In body but
soul secreted so much fire
a smoldering spot
was all that was left.
Stepped on still,
unable to climb hills
heaven became a
darkened stain unable
to sustain any sizable fight.
you ever felt the feeling
of trying to co-exist &
every word, thought & emotion
was met w/sarcasm & an
exit
for even the most
simple idea.
your self esteem gets shot.
you try to fill the empty
spot w/substances bad
for the body--
but you’re just trying to
get full again.
get whole again.
find right in your spirit
b/c your righteousness had been
ridiculed to depths of
ignorance & blame.
Ignored it in attempts to rebound
Pick up old pieces
and speak existence into wind
till manifestations remaster
right and left cranial
cracks, closing the gaps
to become whole again--
my friend i am
incomplete
But working hard
against the ash
to become
free.
___________________________
Present, Pre-sent, Sent
(for you)
This is
given. A gift,
questioned through five senses
because cents
don’t even gather.
Cash app--
appalling be the balance
Paypal--
pals ain’t payin
Given, blogged, free
will be total of
30
even though
support low
and attempts to create
an economy
is failing, miserably
Tagline speaks of
recovery; words be
in remission, while
missions still made up
in membranes, the
soul-brain still believes
in dreams
so take this, as a gift.
no receipt to
take back, cost is free.
space unsubstantial--
yet hopeful
an experience was had--
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