Dry Lagoon

4,5
White and black
Looking closer
finely grained stones
stick to my palms
a point accented by the waves
mist is approaching over the mountains
feel the texture change under my boots
yellow stains the sand
Victorian gem spies on us
from between the branches
9,10
dying in masses
blue and clear ameobas
following the shape of the tide
beautiful
and dead
do you want to go the the top?
if its possible, I’m down
swirls of orange cut by the rigid texture of wood
but my fingertips see the cool touch of stone
Independently entertained
Hunting for treasure
stones engulphed in the white foam
My favorite people are those I can be silent with
Funny thing to be able to choose
I haven’t replied yet.
A reminder of the world
soft breeze through my sweater
the tide plays on the shore
a little different each time

Free Thought 

Coffee calms my attention
Feeling capable today
Open chair and and open mind

I like myself
A superb feeling
Where is Eskender

Im doing this so I can see a friend
Motivation at its finest
Every person walking behind me
Makes my head turn

I love so many things
This morning was one of them
Pumkin Pie coffee
picnic table in the sunshine
sweet sweet sweet boys
made my morning

Lets climb a tree for real today?
I like you

Determining the control and the treatment
I am okay
I feel myself behind my voice

Overwelmed by the near future
Distrust in myself to meet the end
I just want to climb a tree
And see Gilley

Misery wants company
Empowered by the context of conversation
Understanding why people prefer complaining
Sometimes saying “I cant” helps you overcome it

With a Beat

You say it like its just a fact, I’m tired of the men only track. philosophize when we are drunk? listen easy little punk. Tell me whos your favorite, and be happy to debate it. What is this fucked up perception men only capable of retention. A stick in the mud, with nothing to say, I celebrate with an internal horray. Fuck what you think, women belonging to a towel and sink. Ignorant comments make my eyes red, disbelief at the shit in your head. Privelage is such a commodity, but struggle gives you a comradery. Thankful for this ignorant beast. Thankful for a chance to talk on this beat. A white privaged child, you remind me at least. Chasing images of equality, filtered out the accepted fraudery. Stop telling me what I am supposed to be, fuck the media and fuck TV. We don’t realize until its too late, already eaten off their scummy plate. I wish I could just shake these fucken people, like goddam it arent you tired of being weak and feeble. Ive seen it too many times. i cant talk to you sheep, I cant hear these ignorant lines, so fucken cheap. Explain to me one more time your fucken beleif. Tell me women dont think. Tell me men philosophize when they drink. I wont stand by ignorance and just blink. You better have something more to say, okay? Because I’ll fuckin give it to you all again. I refuse to internalize. to be part of a silent gen. Fuck your standards, no 50% can self proclaim commanders. I accept your ignorance as just that, because it reminds be not to go back. Theres wars being fought and ignorance is the least of the attacks. A voiceless generation consumed in media, experts in fuckin selective amnesia. ¬†I wont forget the work being done, my voice has become my own favorite gun.