The Estate

I’ve stared these walls down for hours, 
Ive watched cracks in the plaster as they crawl the wall, 
encouraged by the stirring, in foundations, 
brought by the changes of the elements,
 
I hung the paintings oh so strategically, 
trying to mask the imperfections from the naked eye, 
like makeup to mask the signature of time,
 i beg my contious not to speak of what it has seen, or what it knows. 
Erase the past behind these walls, erase the past, 

but the rafters weep at the rain, 
floor boards bend like a crooked spine,
 muttering gossips at each step they die to tell, 
a stench of mold permeates out from its hiding place now. 

Walls insulated with spite, abuse, addictions, 
problems i’m too afraid to face alone, 
bodies i’ve locked in with bitterness, 
the ones who hurt, the ones that said that i couldn’t be what i wanna be, 
doors open i can never close, the structure shifting, everything is swayed. 

Ill keep a fresh coat on the outer skin, a set of wax plants on the front porch, 
those who pass by this old estate, well they will never know,
well isn’t that the name of this old game, 
a FRAUD, mislead by false by appearance, 

loved ones, drifters wait outside, forgotten are the times i welcomed people in
 through these doors, how much longer will the monotonous words hold their ground, everything is just fine, 

but now my world is shaking, and out of the cracks the snakes creep out, 
exposing my rot, i’m not as strong as i make you believe,
 as a matter of fact beneath the skin i am crumbling, 
like the incision to separate the infection from tissue, 
oh carpenter, renovate the old, so whats old can become new.

Driving Out

We search for peace to flood the streets,
flicker of light to drive out the night,
abundance of love to dissolve disgust,
but i’m still searching for what that looks like for us

light  it will not cease, 
even when breath no longer passes through our teeth
love, like the clouds over our heads, 
showering droughts and nurturing whats left for dead

yet the only light that i can see
the burning eyes from this monster marching the streets
picket signs for scales, discourse for teeth


we are fighting fire with fire
and leaving devastation in our wake
overcoming darkness with twilight
and the nighties immerse us in its waves
we are waging wrath against hatred 
and we battle each war after war

our nation drowning in our own tears
a body with a virus but ignore the cure
how is it that we are too ignorant to know
that this hate that we cling to it will get us nowhere 
 but still we rise against our very own brother

lighting candles, we’re burning bridges
break the bread, we’re breaking skin
take this cup, we’r spilling blood
this one body has separated 
gluttony, debouchery, outside these walls torsos empty
hypocrites, rash judgements, are we the salt, are we sulfur
where is the compassion from pulpits that we preach
we can’ not  abide by these patterns anymore

so retract the claws its time that we make peace
cause i swear we’r called to something more
oh generation no house can stand devided
it’s time that we take on a new lead of love

we are the letters not written by pen or ink
but transcribed by the spirit of the holy one

We search for peace to flood the streets,
flicker of light to drive out the night,
abundance of love to dissolve disgust,
but all of this has been written inside our hearts since day one
live by the love that is written on your hearts 

Price Tag

the artist o the artist
behold perfection in his masterpiece
he opens up his mind and spreads it across canvas
an expression of who he is
he opens up his heart and spreads it across canvas
this perfect creation, it is a part of him

corner to corner, detail to detail
corner to corner and detail to detail
from out of nothing, sewing together the creativity

each and every work he treasures, and weighs them all equally
this is the workmanship of his fingertips, and resonates his legacy
the critics will heave their detest, but he will not be dismayed

The artist, is conifident in what his work is worth,
his assessment will not be swayed by any mortal man
they build significance, all of their lifes blueprints, on top of faulty foundation
their malice tongues are all wrapped in lies, like the way the fire encompasses the red embers

so who is the one to name the worth of this art
can it be the breeze as it whispers by
is it man or beast, does the earth have words to speak
nothing comes for free, what is the price to be paid, whats the worth
who’s to say it’s worth

the value it cannot be earned, but the creator alone is the only one to determine what his craft is worth
what if i told you that you are a reflection of a king,
i breathed forth galaxies but i swear that u still mean so much more to me

i purchased you with sacrifice, you are my art you are my prized
so i paid it all with my life, the highest of the price
but you were worth it

Propaganda

Power up all circuits go
the flickering of lights
its so captivating now
and my minds sucked in

a box in the corner of the room
i reside my mind behind the glass
the matters of my life will have to wait
entrapped , i sink into my own escape

my exit from this reality
a better life, easier at least
examining, hoping for guidance in our life
it feeds us lies, but i guess we don’t mind

so welcome to the prison of our intellect
only serving propaganda at feeding time and we eat it like its meat
and now wash it down with some marketing

biassing their opinions to the masses
all in all to get their numbers up
training the dogs to attack and crucify
the ones they wanna mark for dead

taking our self worth for hostage
if your not this then your nothing they advertise
planting obscene in young eyes
spreading roots,  infiltrates their growing minds
and it feeds and feasts and it still needs
filling up the greedy pockets, behind the screen
we the people have turned into drones
reacting to the cues, blind
we cannot be just pawns at fingertips
take back your mind

pocket full of poems, and endless chilvary
she can’t wait for the knight to come & sweep her from her feet
and he wants his Goddess with ageless skin  and burning passion

we yield false expectations from hollywood seeds
but we still turn to the screens
reigns
Its time we take back reigns

we won't become the cultural mechanisms
that will turn their gears of greed, 
fashion our innocence to gold
that they want to fashion us into

its time that we unplug

don’t let them displace your convictions
anymore

now is the time to sever the ties
this is where we take back our minds

Eclipse

Death claimed this day for its own
The life i had planned is now gone
the world around me fell
even the air around me has become my own fiend,

I fought, altercations I’ve spat,
till my body had grown weak

cursed were the things my hands built,
barren was the ground i planted my seed
everything meant nothing, and in nothingness i found my new home
loneliness and seclusion, are my only company now, 
they are the only ones that will walk this path with me,

my tears all i have for food,
woes and sorrow is my only song now
sunk my face deep in the floor
whats left of my left shambles in a dry well

oh god when did my own strides, take precedent over your sovereignty
when did my sites, flip the scales when did i become more and you became less
this mess i made is a product of self reliance

as i try to stand on these trembling legs,
i lean on you, you are the only constant in this variable world
you are the only hope that i have in my darkest of days
you are my strength, my peace, when i have none
you are the satisfaction, for my emptiness, for this emptiness

take away everything, revive this contrite heart
when the wind blows dig your roots deep
dig your roots deep, 
the light breeze that once entertained these leaves, 
are now vices gusting me into a heap

and i know,  i created an eclipse,
all these days I’ve been so blind
and i know, i can not live with out the sun
my own desires, blocking out the light
and i know, the life i had planned is now gone
nothing compares your presence is worth more
strip it away, nothing compares, i’d lose it all to gain everything