Impressions

Stepping into the light,

Standing in the shadows,

Dripping with sun and sweat,

Feeling the salty textures.

Running Away

My fans have all left town,

Family pressures are turning the screw,

My inderwear and socks are stuffed in a paper bag,

On my way thinking of you.

Evolution

Entering a room,

Wanting to be someone else,

Feeling the cool grass on the back of my neck,

Staring into the greyness,

Dancing with heart,

Standing up for the boy,

Breathing in and out.

Fire in the Hood

Large honking and sirens scream thru the late ghetto nite,

City heat wakes up the neighboring shadows,

A lone figure runs from the scorching memory,

The last house standing burns alone.

Greetings

The early morning air,

Quiet greetings,

Secrets locked in plastic bags,

Many farewells.

Lines

The squiggly lines of truth,

Wiggle thru my day.

Each color over lapping

Playing melodic undertones

And dissonant harmonies.

Family Day

It's family day at comedy central,

The bird clowns are in their glory.

Hats have been passed all around,

Each clan has it's story.

Quiet Waiting

I can't remember what I said,

My past keeps popping up in the shadows.

My twin is dead,

She speaks to me in the quiet moments of waiting.

Ooh Cookies

It doesn't play movies,

It doesn't wash my socks,

It doesn't do anything, But load me up with sugar.

Must be cookies.

What Up Daddyo

I snap like a twig Daddyo,

You can find me in the wind,

I grow like a seed Daddyo,

When you go out, I go in.

Landing

My heart flutters at the thought,

I feel my toes scrape the hardened crust,

Coming in maxed out,

Beathing the heat and gauging the thrust.

On The Ground

I've paid my dues,

I flapped and flapped,

Til my wings fell off.

I've earned my bruises,

Till my color faded,

And I landed on the ground.

Struttin'

Struttin' and posin' and posturin',

That is all we know.

We know what we know,

In a moment it's gone,

The dream has turned into a dream.

Standing Pat

Textured thinking got me here,

I travel on flow and rhythm.

Thick knotts hold me up too loose,

I tighten up for them.

Face the Music

To face the music I turn my head,

Moving kind of slow.

I answer the question,

Then get fed,

So I get up and go.

Strut

I can't tell you where I'm going,

Seems to have a mind of its own.

One foot in front of the other,

No moss on this rolling stone.

Got Your Back

Keep walkin', I got your back,

Stop stallin',you tot no excuses.

No one is sneaking up on you,

Stop looking back, I'm here.

At The Beach

Sand in my salt,

Blue in my eater,

Green in my hair,

Glare on my goggles,

Sun in my eyes,

Pause in my speech.