Kill me
Kill me
Kill me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me…
… my life
Kill me
Kill me
Be mine
Be mine
Be my…
…My heart
My heart
My heart
You good
Perfect
I need you
You love
Love
Love
Be love
Be love
My love
My love
I need
I need
I want
I want
Love
Love.
Feel me
Feel me
Touch me
Touch me
I am free
I am free
Feel me
Feel me
Love
Love
I am yours
Yours
Own me
Own me
Regards,
Vilmos
poet from the hood
rapping to himself
entirely misunderstood
expressing his emotions
his whole life full of nothing but chaos and commotion
imagination is his escape potion
thankful to be alive
mentally exhausted of the daily grind and strive
lyrically inclined
words swarm in his eclectic mind
like bees near a hive
no pen, no paper
only a white tee, grey sweats and street jive
open-word, open-street mic
many people in his life on the pipe
latch-key kids sit quiet in the dark from fright
gangs beef on the corner at night
fast money, fast cars they chains be all gold medallions
hands full of rocks and ice
sometimes he wished his neighborhood was a little more nice
poet from the hood
what would, what should
perhaps one day things could
…no rings, no chain
just his sidewalk poetic game
only the locals know his name
'Black Lives Matter'
the perfect 'PC' slogan
to mask criminal activity
to 'Defund the Police'
For if black lives truly matter
the group's aims
and its violent means
are the height of hypocrisy
Just ask law-abiding black folks
screaming for police protection
for their families and their community
In the music of life there will be sound and rest,
In every day there will be work and rest,
The contrast is important,
Finding the balance is the test.
It comes natural.
To want to save time as well as money.
We incur convenience.
Readily available to what we long most.
It occurs quite often.
The constant clipping and saving.
In search of the best deal.
Not taking into consideration that we might be short changing ourselves.
The shredding and discarding of things we don't use.
The big brand we call love.
Thought to be so expensive.
We spend in the product of smiles.
Manufacturing the ounce of time it takes to show how much we care.
The exchange of one thought to another.
Extreme couponing to get the best value of ourselves.
Perhaps without proof of purchase.
We tear ourselves at the lines.
Refined in swift passing.
Saving all the coupons in search of a bulk that satisfies all craving.
Consumers without guarantee.
Constantly clipping and saving.
Rearing ourselves at the line.
A coupon exchanged in saving for a kiss for later
In a way this sort of feels like school.
One moment we're curiously writing and passing notes to each other.
The next we're caught and sent off to detention.
I never knew which box you checked.
Yes.
No.
Maybe kinda sort of.
There's a lesson to be learned from all of this.
Which one I am really not sure.
I wasn't paying attention.
Instead of studying.
Here I am writing another note.
It never really occurred to me.
That while the teacher is teaching.
Filling us with what passes the time.
Life happens behind his back.
The context of how competitive everything is.
In retrospect.
What did you get for number 2.
A.
B.
Or C
Which answer dictates how fast he turns around.
One day soon we'll both know
We left the safety of port.
Rising and falling
wave after wave.
The wind stung our face.
Abroad tensions rose.
Never seeing water the way we've seen.
Tossing and turning.
The ship slicing the strong current.
Together we hauled toward the anchor.
Spotting the largest wave we'd ever seen.
Hurling towards us with everything she had.
We set sail without guide.
This perhaps the worse storm yet.
We braced for impact.
Not prepared for what accompanied.
The boom crashed against the deck.
Our linen tossed everywhere.
We panicked,
steering best we could to no avail.
We succumbed to her fury.
Ready to face what may.
Our true destination found.
Seeking the sun after devastation
I love the night.
It makes the things we can't see that much easier.
Finding our way to the light.
The stars are beautiful.
Appearing in perfect dark.
Perfectly placed.
Such a calming sight.
To escape in a dream.
Proof that the most beautiful things reveal themselves
at the right time.
Shoving their light in the dark.
Shuffling all the reasons I love the night.
It's comforting.
Losing track of time.
Savoring every moment gazing at the stars.
The weight of the entire world replaced
with a shower of stars.
The dark, miles & miles long.
I run in thought.
Soft pats of feet through the shoving and shuffling of bright.
The advantage of seamlessly coming out of nowhere.
To look up.
Gone too soon.
Just jumping in.
Everything comes to a halt.
The first few moments don't seem as bad.
Depending on length.
The line of cars.
In a sea of metal
Something wow happens.
Metal crashes into metal.
Causally passing by.
Everyone is okay.
Making sure to see what happened
They drop speed.
The police attempt to make it through to the scene.
Little to no debris.
No never-mind to the expensive cars brought to a halt.
The Mercedes Benz, the Porsche out of place slow moving along.
A Black Nissan Sentra with two kids playing in the backseat.
The other side is free to go as they please.
Compared to most places this is nothing.
Try New York. Atlanta. Texas to name a few.
You just jump in, moving from point A to B.
Life is admittedly too short to walk a great distance.
A two car pileup a few miles ahead.
Bumper to bumper no one gives space to breathe.
A Cadillac honks in frustration.
The Black Nissan honks back in attempt to get over.
Inching closer to maneuver it's way in front.
After everyone takes a glance at the pileup.
Traffic is back to normal.
The two kids continue to play like nothings happened
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
We've torn down buildings, and built new ones
Yet we have no foundation.
We are illiterate to what we truly feel and breathe unless,
It is seen else where first.
It too is a reality that we've created.
This feeling that can only be described in Braille.
We too are restricted.
These bumps that go unnoticed.
The mumps in the crevice we band aid until it's too late.
We continue to tear down these fortresses of ourselves.
What concerns most is that I see myself in you.
The same love and laugh that become the building blocks that haults the storm.
Yet we reject each other due to the mentality of our environment.
With lack of understanding,
We fail to embrace choosing the cause and effect of all differential.
We seek to destroy forgetting what's important.
We work against each other doing more damage that good.
We need each other to further emancipation.
To build one another once this storm reaches peak.
As simple as it sounds it becomes more complex.
To build a new building on top shakey ground.
Everything must be cleared out.
The participation of presence
Then I realized my mistake.
I searched the world not realizing that the world I longed existed inside of you.
Wherefore I felt I needed some sort of permission.
Some sort of console.
Instead of accepting the card I knew hid face down in a deck of the same face cards.
I manipulated the cards to what I knew best.
The only thing I felt was real.
The inevitable.
I was the veil whom dangled in wait.
The classic a-ha moment when all would be revealed.
Not realizing that I myself was a part of the illusion.
The one I kept at arms reach.
A realm filled with room upon room of smoke and mirrors.
Face down on top of a hat.
Waiting for some sort of hand to reach down and pull me toward what I already knew.
I was stuck in an illusion
Love is but a rope wrapped tight in various knots.
Just when you think you have one undone; the next is a bit harder
to undo.
If not careful it becomes tighter and the moment of anticipation
begins to fade.
This hurricane of twisted thread, bind as rope.
Willful to this release.
Time is key to those deserving;
Creating a memory that will last forever.
In the waiting room
The broken clock sits
The universe spins
Eyes swirl around a cup of tea
The spoon is patient
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