Writing and Burning

writing burning this night oil, like so many cigarette ends

beginning to pile up from weekly freakouts; to tv trends

PTSD from HD, night terrors scripted perfectly,

never see the twist until the crushing end.

Let's shout from the peaks to the glens, and then

extend a heart to mend, what Catastrophe, has to be doing

to Neighbors Not Making Ends/ meet

bombed out Internal Geography, We screen-jumping refugees from reality

 

Border wars of self and other, splinter groups Identity

and the Ego's selling arms, We all suffer Except the enemy

Leaders cop the mic to bluff us, to their co-dependency

because, we the people, Pull the Plug whenever we damn well please

we ain't done it yet? Well geez….

...guess I gotta keep the Rap game Going til the Next Release

so i'm Drifting Golden like the Pollen from trees

soul-shaking solilquoys, a verbal swarm of killer bees

 

but let me lean back as the ivories start to twinkle

no masterplan in hand we can work it out between the napkins wrinkles

casting toward the brink, still purpose and past are motive diesel for

this intention engine, a billion person power solidarity machine

that is definitely not street legal, cuz it only turns over for a unified people

the opposite of government wants hierarchy and church steeple

it has no single driver and works when all parts are equal

and when it hits the street, authorities with titles and weak spines

will be crushed in the pattern of our tread lines

the rest of us depress the clutch, and shift the struggle, to next fight

the rest might, let their hair down and kick legs up,

i'm packed up and hopping on the next ride

to drag this loaded rap cart, towed by goats up the mountainside

leaving a string of impossible tracks for miles behind,