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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 it'll be those you adore who in final act attack with knives and bats

Basic human nature to be inhuman

Love looms in shadows

Truth's 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 who's 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 drunkard's mind

We choose what nightmares to forget, what lie to remember

It's 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

People's been ready!

Focused mind turned to deadly

Devise the ill plot if you'd let me

Poised to poison wells of the real infidels, so don't 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 I'm beginning to see those I seek in my peripheral