Joker Card

Poetry is a.. a living entity

Which means it must expand it’s wings it must.. it must fly

I used to dream militant dreams

Of taking over America to show these white folks..

I think about the old days and laugh

Past crescendos of love and harmony

Going farther lone on the island, solemn my live off the land

My mind I let wander

I grieve the connections we had

Shards of echoes of chains, from the past showing my armor

Tis but a scratch (Tis but a scratch!)

This wasn’t the plan that I had, lost grip of compassion and honesty

I could honestly say that’s my bad a thousand apologies

But persistence the only option we have, putting a start to a end

Sway like a palm tree angst in my breath of my passion hand

The seconds that passed us

One foot then the next

I reckon there’s good days ahead

But I think about the old ones and laugh

Brings sense misery and pain

My friend

It’ll be the same

But I think the change was needed

The path looking back, paved it we still in tact

Aimless enough

I bare knuckle box with the mirror, but choose not to judge it

When life can get ugly I spared with depression and drugs

My mind in a rush

The sky keeps me grounded, along with those that I love

That’s friends of my family

Look how far that I got

Dark clouds shrouded, the love that surround me

So I’mma talk like the sun

Light bulb what’s above me

You know we had to adjust