27

Where does our freedom go?
Standing in line
To feed off lies
I wouldn't risk it
Call me different
Spare my ticket 
To the ego show
& I forgive him
Cuz he don't know
How he's compromised his time
Gave up his life
To sow a money tree
But he won't grow. 
Am I wrong cuz I allow this?
I can't speak you out of
Nice cars and big houses..
to be free 
financially 
Might as well take a seat
Cuz that dream is crowded. 
I'm a masterpiece 
I'll master peace 
.. to say the least
Free from titles
No praise to false idols
Preparation for my elevation
I think I've solved it
Moving along 
and..
Defeating the grief of a revolving
Life cycle

Do I preach? Shall I teach?
I'm losing patience for wasted words
Beyond their concern,
No interest..
There's nothing earned 
So, listen.. 
just let 'em learn.
I swear I wanna be 
somewhere people know love & don't just fake the funk
No hateful tongues..
I wanna lay in bunks & meditate with monks..
Can you blame the ways that I'm skeptical?
I'm over timely schedules
We move so slow that
Everyone I know, 
Their goals.. are unethical 
& even identical 😕
And I'm sad for them
They look down on me cuz I'm not the same
Slandered and shamed
& I still feel bad for them 
It's a life contest..
How lame, 
I'm moved by pain, 
Or much less, I confess
So what comes next? 
for another being stuck, struck with Christ complex..

you understand like no one else could do
I see spiritual wealth in you.. 
universal residue.. 
but what else is new? 
I mean, 
you're a gem to me.. 
essentially, 
you're sent for me.. 
but I can only see 
who you could be, 
potentially. 
Something here is odd, 
God's working in our favor,
& though time keeps us apart
I see the synchronism's major..
Maybe if we wait, pain will pass without a visit,
& maybe at this pace
I can love you from a distance..
Plus I'm a sucker for the chase
So keep your bait
Or I'll be hooked..
Having patience for our fate
I write to you within my book.

Letter 2B

the simple space between placement, can feel so distant.. & make dull of the elated, but be brave because time is fabricated, and really non existent.. & don't tame who you was.. nor blame it on love.. cuz even downfalls are what change is made of.. though it comes in stages.. & I've bared witness to plenty ugly rages.. but nothing tops the tear drops of those locked up in cages.. makes me wanna do the time for you.. Are those the notions too? I've become emotional to crime, is it cuz I'm crying.. for you? Is there justice in a verdict, by the judge who hasnt heard it? Lawyers twist your words & isolate the undeserving. & I swear it breaks my heart.. Cuz they'll convict a loving soul that's been gifted in the arts. It truly makes me wonder.. if we're ever really free out here, or just another number.