TRAGIC TIMES

1 (youknow?)

I’m still under
estimating myself,
tragic times
but use this heart
like a compass and well,
magic finds
a way back into my life,
sporadic signs
of how to move forward
with a tactful mind
shelf unfactual lies
and self actualize
see more than what can be imagined
with your actual eyes
fly free from what grounds you
but hold true to natural ties
subject to our surroundings
so I project what my capsule surmise
take a bite
from the apple, surprise
it’s not knowledge of god
but of self that’s divine
body and blood
fed bread and red wine
like, still I rise
and comprise
of your
D
N
A
vine
so we grow alongside
eachothers fates intertwined
different colours
sisters, brothers
and a hue
man of this kind
undiscovered
lost lovers
future generations start behind
but even when low
there’s always an up
^smile
2 (hahahell)
even when we’re high
we’re low
I’ll say it one more time:
“back in the ‘borough”
where from the cracks of the concrete
to the sky we grow
until we share this love
with the whole world
a blue pearl
in the ocean of emptiness
I unfurl
tryna figure what the eff it is
life is not for the effortless
high or low yo
when time slow
I appreciate the emphasis
even when I made a mess  of   it
I scale back the precipice
like, if only I could
get a view from everest
then maybe I could pull the sword
of true strengthening
believe it or ignore it
there’s redemption in these blemishes
four corners
two hemispheres
one love
magnetic energies
that push and pull destinies
even if I never find the recipe,
show high fidelity,
cuz I owe it all to these maladies
3 (youknow?)
I’m still under
estimating myself,
tragic times
but use this heart
like a compass and well,
magic finds
a way back into my life
no axe to grind
but like sharpened cold steel
on pressed flesh, cut a path inside
careful what you hold onto
and who you cast aside
just two halves of the circumference
no vast divide
so many aspects of truth
you could unmask, unwind
leaving you wishing
you had asked or tried
don’t ask why, ask how?
abandon ego, take pride
like the painter or creator
who could capture These Eyes
another chapter arrives
what am I after? surprise!
it’s not money or wealth
but knowing self that provides
still unborn blood
deep secrets that my plasma hides
if I reframe today
what can I master? devise?
through the long winter
a young calf survives
to jump a blue moon
and navigate perplexed skies
… to be continued,
another quarter threesixtyfive
after ninety days in darkness
the sun

rise

TRAGIC TIMES