Spittin' at the wind-the next day..

i be quick.
so quick!
stop tryna be me.
i be fast.
so fast!
you cain't even see me...
i go quick.
so quick.
blurred image mostly.
i be fast.
so fast.
i move ghostly.
pshht.
stop.

i grow up.
so up.
latitudinal trajectory.
i grow deep.
so down
don't try to keep me
i go far
way far
impossible to reach me
i grow steep
straight steep

you cain't even fade me.
pshht.
please.

constantly, i be;
lackin' woe.
without fail,
winds they blow.
me get caught.
i think not.

pshht.
stop.
please.

i be quick.
so quick!
i be fast.

so fast!
i be fast!
so fast.

i go quick!
so quick.

take notes
i don't care
straight boast
tears don't shed.

you see i'm free, now,
and you can not take that away from me
i said i'm free now
and nobody can take that away
i stand here free now
and you can not't take my freedom away from me

i be quick
i be fast
i be runnin'
and carryin' on
just my brain and me
spittin' at the wind

universal

universal

it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?
the earth
the sky
we breathe
we cry
why can't we try
it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?
 the mountains
the rivers
the lakes
we take
the gift
of life
it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?
the sun
the moon
the stars
the scars
it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?

Jive Talk High Road

tackled attackled?
lied defied defiled
sublime time.
design, define.
just, must, always.
heydays, oldendays.
flyaways and always

..................anyways,
any way
she goes,
always she goes,
sometimes she goes,
hopefully she goes,
maybe she goes,
i wonder if she goes,
the grey fray way?

say sister, where you been?
friend of mine?
of mankind?
end of time?
human race?
blankety face?
sour taste?
eternal waste?
yeah, how you been. old friend?

now some say she looks just like her father.
now some say she looks just like her ma.
now some say she looks just like another.
and some say she looks like none.

meanwhile, porch riding, stoop sifting
highbrowing, lowprofiling, deep digging,
kid of a gal of a gun.  work it girl.
road carver, artful dodger.
wee child of the sun.

collective thought

group think?
yeah,
i gotsa problem wit dat.
group think?
yeah,
i gotsa problem wit dat.
group think
yeah
I gotsa problem wit dat.
yeah....
(audible exhale)
group think...
hells yeah....!
(emotion fueled, after thought, realized)
i gotsa problem wit dat.
i definitely gotsa problem wit dat.
what aboutchu? 

Life Amongst The Trees

swaying, not slightly
rapping, not gently
moving, not hardly
brushing, weaving, circling.
consistently creating an airful revival
for the heirs of women, the givers and livers of life.
And, this too, life, is for the takers.
strife life.  love life. 
watch the strivers inhale, dive.
bounce.
brick.
break. 
Deep, them folks that love 2 deeply.
Deeply too.
those them people that give their all.
them, there, the breathers...
takin' life from the soil
to the core,
grabbin' more
dey be sore
filling themselves up with the trees
so sweet & tender

strife ridden air.
life.