Up like sun
Without
What today, to cry about
After time
Flawed
Now to take
The price
Wouldn’t it be nice
If we could all just get along
No one reached me
With the song
Now I wake
New seed in hand
Give me strength
To understand
So bland the taste
Normal is done
Let not the wicked
Come undone
Fill the heart
With providence too
From neighbors hear proud
“How do you do?”
The suns not up
Yet we rise
Give us respite
From wars cold lies
Who knew the cost
My ultra theories abound
We know something is up
Please don’t put us down
I don’t say much
In the morning time
I tune into networks
To tell my mind
The sun should come soon
Cat man box room
Tell me you’re out there
Love now on zoom
Circumstances ponder
Drinking a habitual cup
I can’t see past me
Chores undone
I’m writing this longer
Until comes the sun
Good morning I say
Or your relevant time of day
Is there something I could give
That would change the way
For all blustering
Hear the boughs creak
Cat man box room
For how many weeks?
Chores all undone
Still waiting on sun
When the light hits
Still never done
When the bough breaks, cradle will fall
Did anyone hear the tree fall at all?
It might be a while before sunrise
The cat is snoring
Seeking purpose through depreciation
It’s boring
There must be some lesson I’m ignoring
Or never heard
Actions acted out absurd
Wanna be poet typing, on and on he goes
Popped that ol’ weasel right in the noes
I suppose that’s how the nursery rhyme goes
On and on and on
Never off
Pretending at poetry
Knowing something is off
Changing the mind every second of the day
Look how much I write with nothing to say
It’s dark outside
I have a screen for light
I never did learn how to use the dern’ thing right
All it does is conquer the night
Cat and man waiting for light
To sit as though dark with nothing to do
Pondering how peace could be true
Doing nothing to change
Who’s bigger revenge or forgive
The example of right way to live
I’ve been broken
Don’t do what I did
Understand consequence
It’s work to forgive
Show with how you live
I don’t, I’m not proper
Now how did this turn into fodder
With censorship they sold us what we bought
Knowledge is new
Facts are not
Revenge or forgive
Scared where I live
Cat man box room
On the holiday I got onto zoom
What’s out there in the world
I’m scared to ask
The truth may not be what I ask
This may not read right
Write I real slow
Thinking of how readers
Tempo won’t know
That’s why I usually rap in my room yo
You know how it go
Change is the place
We never belong
Witness the world
The same ol song
You’d figure on wisdom by now
But look at that man missed it somehow
I fear the ka-pow
Why so dark all the time
Here I sit waiting for light
Did I dream last night
Uhg I started out seeking to be a poet
But all I am is a man
With a cellphone plan
Chores undone
Waiting for sun
Example to no-one
Cat man box room
Dreaming of peace
What peeking out
Is it still war?
Never advancing
Just wanting more
This poem is a bore
What am I for?
Existentialism, or Brahman vision
All I’m seeking here is wisdom
But count me unworthy
I’m swarthy, pretty clever huh
If upon us to balance
How far do we fall
I love y’all
Could I see
A piece of a piece of peace?
Any crumb will do
I’ll know it when I see it
And rejoice with you
Who are we to be
When the sun rises today
It seems I, for one, never change
Seeking the way
Talking on and on
With nothing to say
There is blue hue, white peaks
It’s gorgeous, but I never look outside
Not trained for paradise, it’s far to nice
Wanting a hand
On and on and on I talk
If you read this, you rock!
It’s dark outside
And this is my fun
Seeking the truth
Before come the sun
Praying all day
With nowhere to run
I dare the world to have peace
But just for fun
How can I know the truth
I am undone
Always so dark
But not so dark if I turn out the bulb
I imagine watching me is like trying to re-habituate an ape of some kind
Cat man box room
A world awaits
I meet it on zoom
Do they own the name of their brand
Do they own this to?
Expression of man
Who holds copyright to letter
On this Galapagos
So many songs of a bird
Many a feather
All spinning through
Solar system together
You see we are on the ship
Spinning through space
Will the gods go?
Leaving me on this place
All I seek is to know truth
I know I do not
Maybe that and the dark
Are all that I got
I wanted to be poetic
Waiting for sun
Bringing I into this
Ruined the fun
I forgot the beginning
I’m sure it was dark
Cat man box room
And a wall full of art
(And just immature enough to insert fart joke here)
Always an actor, playing the part
If I had that something
Skill drive understanding endurance
Diligence
Practice
Whatever it is, I long to do art
Never a steady hand
The antics of man
Waiting for sun
Writing for fun
I guess it light enough now
To call this one done
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