the perseverance of a rebel
thoughts of a predicate dreamer
all packed and strapped like a nina
Nina Simone banging in the play deck
handshakes and landscapes
all determine what a young man makes
surrounded by crooks, while smuggling books in his crook
the obvious lifestyle has many of our leaders shook
must have been time itself in a previous life
rotating words, thoughts and feeling
actions drown, the deeper the silence gets
we can only go as far as ours minds let
see, smell, taste, feel, hear, and hate
progress is a process of the conscious, not fate
Elizabethan poetry connects the color white with beauty
but the presence of another human is powerful
the love of love itself is as far as the eyes can see
branded a society of helpless dependents, then expected to be
nothing done could ever divorce the lust for brutality
keeping the will down is hard, look at Santa Marta
nothing u have is what we're after
nothing u have is what we're after
nothing u have is what we're after