Kept isolated these sounds hold no wisdom Own frown worn of habit Habitat erodes to points past tragic Fragments of meaning cling to tongue like flesh to bone Prolong our suffering, please It reminds me to breathe Beneath the handshakes tirades shape fragile friendships Watch who you call kin for few deserve respect And itll be those you adore who in final act attack with knives and bats Basic human nature to be inhuman Love looms in shadows Truths face veiled from angelic eyes... Hope evaporates like morning dew past sunrise If all we can do is try, then why even bother? Fodder for conversation? Or true exasperation achieved at third marker? Are we actors or scholars? Winos or warriors? Wishful thoughts have only led to inaction And so thoughtless acts of violence paint our grim future Beware the fruits of knowledge, what type of lesson to teach our young?! Average men sent to certain demise just to fill our casket quota They say the answers will be evident once we are older I feel too old I feel inept to achieve heights of dreams of forefathers Have we spent so long on knees that we forgot how to walk? The ancients talked of a nirvana perhaps none are privy to see Candlelit thoughts rise with smoke as sacrifice from well worn alter My altered perception has this graveled floor as our only heaven Wonder and awe lost to youthful sight I invite us all to sink deeper Leathered tongue to match facial features Greet us with warm embrace Were we to retrace our steps they would lead us to the first time we cared to listen Envision valleys from which we only heard echos of life Lived a million times Stones erode to show us how we all succumb to elements Forgave the ones whos names became irrelevant As I crawled closer to the very core of what I despise That dream deferred of Langstonian lure might as well be myth Seems we have awoken only to be put to bed once more A dream forgotten Amidst jewels soaked in our own blood Precious necklace to replace weathered noose As history fades into the drunkards mind We choose what nightmares to forget, what lie to remember Its quite easy to forget who you are The remnants of my life scattered at feet like offerings to Mayan gods Hands hold weight of face in hallways that echo muffled sobs Revert to street corners, double deuce in brown bags Felt the earth shift, spit to ground, had to laugh Level fields only yield your stale crops Corrupt seeds infest cities like pale cops Our peoples weighed down by 41 lead shots Walk blocks still scorched by ancestry Felt my spirit break with the levies Situations heavy... Keep that speech pattern steady Found melody in pain like Leadbelly Peoples been ready! Focused mind turned to deadly Devise the ill plot if youd let me Poised to poison wells of the real infidels, so dont tempt me Sip filthy water from cupped palms for thirst The wise always knew things were bound to get worse Their wealth came from fields that they forced us to work Now we brainwashed to buy so we still getting jerked Seen, revolutions overthrown by inaction News in scrolled caption, captivates captives Scholars or Actors? In broader terms they just hate us Brown bastards If I believed in you, I would only clasp these hands in an attempt to choke you Provoked to speak in strict silence Why mince our words when we both prefer violence A tired soul reflects upon what it means to marry our aged sun with this Mayan midnight An African verse of perfect syllable alludes to the hopes and dreams of all humans Meaning escapes the translucent mind But Im beginning to see those I seek in my peripheral
inaction, mayan, worn, scholar, langstonian