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Faster than two ducks
slick on the street or what
Wet on the Street or what
wet tires on a motor
Mothers on a motor
the street or what
up the come up
in up nothing hoe
in all done up
hoe says she wants to be my friend
I love that hoe too.
Help with the difference
help me understand
If there was one
day I remember
more than others
is the day of mothers
and valentines
Battle lines, battles lost
Battles the Boss
Battle Eccentric
I like to interprut
I like to get into it
rubber nuts
burning rubber up the gut
the main street gets smoked up
big thrasher what are they after
the green light
At the Factor
In the Clean Night
The road is wet and Ive
I lost my sight
I cant fight the speed
Its Heavy Baby
two tons of Gravy
Suicidal and homicidal Behavious
Hit the Gas cause
the breaks will save her x2
She aint late she,
Be there Later, riding
street in squat reliefit dont knock its a beast
It just Knocks the street
Shut me out
why not bolt the door,
I’m sorry to say
but I’m not staying away…
Tell me lies
ignore my calls,
I’m sorry to say
but I’m not walking away…
Hide the pain
camouflage the fear,
I’m here to stay
I’m not running away…
We’re in this together
battle lines are drawn,
a fight that we’re able to win
If we don’t walk away
laugh on the outside
fearful on the inside,
I’m sorry to say
but I’m here to stay…
To console you
when you’re sad
to jump for joy
when you’re glad…
I may not be able
to bear your burdens,
I may not be able
to lighten your load…
I’m here to walk
with you,
I’m that ear
that wants to hear…
I’m here to stay
I’m not walking away…
I can't break free
I'm disempowered by the kryptonite
You can't blame me
circumstances led me where i never wanted to go
And I do agree
that some choices weren't the brightest at the time
But I need you to see
there was never anything but love in my actions
I want to let it be
let it be known that I want this war over
Back to to where you and I was "we"
stop being separated by the battle lines
Sometimes I want to flee
the pain just hurts too much to bear
But I see with clarity
that can never be the answer anyway
And it's not just charity
there is no future for me but with you
Please hear my plea
just listen to the words I'm trying to say
I'm down on bended knee
my back breaking with the weight of this war
And like an old willow tree
the storm is tearing me apart
I'm hoping that maybe
you will understand what I'm trying to say
I know it won't be easy
things won't change overnight you know
Our love is the key
we have too much to lose if this goes on
So this is my decree
I will try better to understand you
And I know ti sounds twee
But I just need you to listen to me
Because I need to break free
I hope that you can agree
One and one makes "we"
It won't be easy
our love was always the key.
MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
JUDGE BURDON
other children feared monsters under their bed
i feared the one living under our roof.
his hair was nimbus black
with a storm's thunder in his voice.
his fists were freight train brown
ball bearing knuckles
frostbite blue was his touch
with empty icebox eyes
his smile untrusted
growling words spoken like tangled spaghetti
he was my mother's husband
my siblings' father
a childhood of baseballs never thrown
bruises and shattered bones medicated with lies
happiness diluted with tears
in a house with screams undetected
when asked what i wanted to be
i testified "far from here"
now, fiber optic home front news
faceless words
cancer eating away at your life
with the fury of a piranha
your disease now my champion
fighting with the courage i was unable to muster
your epitaph written in my adolescence
while plotting your midnight homicide
again you leave
unaccountable for your actions
i'm left to wrestle with the demons
not the strenght to forgive
my memory too scarred to forget
i'll keep the battle lines drawn
your monument
let the puzzle piece fall where it may
good bye old man
you'll be missed like a pit vipers bite
your pain can no longer touch me
from the grave.
The one I call sister is gone
Where can I find her
When I feel all alone
I look for her name
and something new
Her voice was my company
My foreign view
I need this feeling
A way to touch
Behind the battle lines
Both of us
My danger is only
Constant fear
After years of knowing
She disappears
Words so sweet
They satisfied
They always rang of truth
And never lied
And here I come to this address
Her absence the cause of my distress
I never thought
to have a daughter in the army
Bombs exploding,
Buildings falling
I wonder if she sleeps at night
Or listen for noises that cause great fright
O Lord, My God
If you hear
Be her shelter
Let her know we care
Every time I heard her cry
I would come barreling down the stairs
ready to square up to him,
both of us fuming on the edge of a fight.
As a child when you have yet to experience
the infinite pettiness of relationships,
right and wrong both have their pitfalls.
Parents had their cat and mouse games.
Father was a good man made weak,
worn out by doing the best he could.
Their battles were a joust,
their fighting had rules of engagement,
indistinct battle lines,
hard for a boy to figure out.
Boys and their mothers also have rules,
they agree to die for each other,
but how and when are never discussed.
( Cancer as well as the treatment for it take a terrible toll on the afflicted. At the end of the day either or both of them have a debilitating effect. Often, it is the battle field of the body which has to rise above itself to come out a winner)
The battle lines are clearly drawn
Armies arrayed in fighting forms
Caduceus with wings, serpents and staff
The Rampaging, unruly, hordes, which teem.
Lancet, venom, and piercing rays
Cut, poison, burn body and soul
Devastating, scorching all in their path
The vile corruption to eliminate.
Yet in this war the one who's lost
Is not the Asclepian might
Nor the vile, evil minions of the Crab
But the frail field of human flesh and mind.
Fertile fields full fallow laid waste
The loser none but afflicted man
His life, his joy cut short, cruelly maimed
Sad victim of Caduceus and Crab.
But there be some tenacious fields
Which fight and rise and bloom once more
To lead a life more complete than before
Their war - won with indomitable will!
I.
They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until I drew closer, I couldn't tell
Just how down I was
Just how far God's love had to come for us
II.
They soared above my perception
Shot beyond my wildest imagination
Exceeding stellar peaks
Like pilgrims on the way to the wailing wall
Tearing up at the dandelions and grains in lesser dawn
I thought, if I could give life to these flowers like the sun,
I wouldn't hold back my light for a second
Behind each ear of corn I'll send whispers
And whispers of the spirit's songs to heal my broken frond
III.
What shall be said when the Lord and his hosts cry?
Woe unto those for whom he draws his battle lines
Peace shall be far from the wicked
Where Jezebel vying, wills and grows horns
There shall be her vanities to call down falsehood upon thorns
In the midst of the wolves shall be a lion and lambskin adorned
Adorned in truth to slay artifices
There shall be love's fire to receive our sacrifices
And by the words of a king, put Baal's children to sleep
IV.
So long as God's dome is heavenly
The best chalcedonies grace his twelve gates in majesty
So long as the seraphs do praise him
The four beasts continually bow in his presence, crying holy
So long as angels and elders forget stately thrones
And cast their crowns face down in white robes
Sunken halos shall break free from the hollow
With the righteous lifted, cast the dragon into the bottomless burrow
He’s behind the bar,
polishing glasses
like they’re his last remaining purpose.
“I know things!” he insists.
“I watch Question Time!
I once bought quinoa by accident!”
He pours stout
with the weight of centuries.
Tries to explain The Bell Jar
like it’s a limited-edition craft IPA.
You raise a brow,
sip espresso
from a flamingo-shaped chalice,
and summon Virginia Woolf.
—
She floats in —
half disapproval, half divine fog —
and asks
if his masculinity
comes with a recycling bin.
He gulps.
“But I— I run a respectable establishment.
We do quizzes… on Thursdays!”
—
Enter Frida,
eyebrows arched like battle lines.
She lights a cigarette with her pain
and paints the room into discomfort.
—
Medusa follows,
snakes whispering subtext.
She glares at the jukebox —
it turns to stone.
—
You intervene (reluctantly).
He’s soft.
Confused.
Still polishing.
Still hoping to be useful.
—
Then the Amazons arrive,
wearing fury as fashion.
One reprograms the jukebox
to only play Nina Simone.
Even the Rabbit (yes, that one)
fidgets beneath the weight
of liberated metaphors.
—
So raise your chalice, darling —
to rabbits.
To rage.
To those who dare to feel.
For this is where myth gets messy —
and still,
we make art from the spill.
Yesterday my attorney once again reminded me
Legal battles are not fought to win
They invite us to not lose any more than we already have,
now that the battle lines are so toxically
traumatically
dissociatively
protagonist v antagonist
drawn
And ready to plunge
and wound vital neuro-root systems
Designed for compassion
and pleasure;
not dispassion
and displeasure.
So, retributive justice systems
are not healthy or satisfying systems
when our goals include restoring peace.
Restoring inside and outside peace outcomes
engage restorative mediation
cooperative co-investment
in stopping chronic trauma
To restart freedom to forgive
myself v Other
for what went dis-relationally wrong,
to reduce future risky triggers
And freedom to re-member
re-connect
re-associate
myself and Other
for what went co-intelligently right,
to seduce future peace
and passion
and pleasure opportunities
in NonOthering pastures.
As it is for the individual goose,
so may it be for the uncivil partisan gander,
Right v Left
chronic polarizing retribution dander
Does not constitutionally protect
depolarizing restorative justice
for religiously peaceful non-slander
Because legal and moral
and ethical and religious battles
are not fought to win peace,
they merely invite civil-ians to not lose any more
democratic climate health remediation
than we already have.