2024 Poetry, Verses and Rhymes

It's all racial

The better parts of life are seen through bloodlines

And the clearer your mind goes when you snort a line

Not really, but don't ask me

I don't any of that shit, you feel me?

I'm just seeing what I interpret and deduce

Even if you feel like it's too much to reduce

Because it feels a bit more extreme

When the drama dies down

And we vacate the scene

People don't know how well we scheme

Because we have everything in our veins like the influence

And the blood that dropped on the ground

Where we gain traction and evidence

As to how we make up our mind from the things we've lost and found

Nah, you just don't get it yet

I'm not making it easy for you to get

But of course you already know that

Even if you don't entirely do

The crowded places make you reflect on many things too

Either that or you get distracted easily like that cat

But going back to the point

This isn't a machine where you need to drop a coin

But hey, the context surrounds many topics of conversation

Like how many scars our land suffered

From one country to multiple nations

Courting the differing realizations

And perspectives that tend to switch to commotions

Swerving across the pavements that lead here

Nah, I don't even want to grab a beer

 I want write and talk about the life and the things we have in common

But we can't forget the pain our country suffered

Continuing until now thanks to the ignorance we experience

And yes, it's not that easy when we push the movement

Stop knocking until you've tried the statement

That you keep repeating in your head when you reflect

Like those lines you read that repeat the reverberating project

That also showcases the contemplative aspect

Introverted thoughts pervade my irregular emotions

Taking on forms that defy expectations

The culture that got mashed into our reflective impersonations

The momentum growls into the screens of perception

Many colors and creatures of metal and aggressive allegations

These parts of the world we pull ourselves into

Backed against a wall 

And finding solace in the midst of it all

Collaborative as the designs that vandalize 

The untainted walls blanked by the corporations

Exacting a way to pull into thicker realizations

The bluff that gets wider through means of compromise

Why does this affect our rationalizations?

But yes, these things matter for every other part of how

We correct the very scene of the low

And some of the high points of our long and miserable existence

Some are brown and rationalized tan

Why do we say it doesn't matter when it does?

The content of our character and what it spans

Deep into the jungle of where we come from

Those bolos and balisongs

Originating from our ethnic indigenous ancestry

With a collaboration of mixed languages songs

Of course we speak English fluently

We have the television baby sitting us intermittently

Mostly American and English channels 

From the movies to sports am I speaking too soon?

Not really but of course that rhymes with cartoons

And yes, I had nothing left to give except my attention

And no, I didn't like going to school

But I had no choice and I wasn't trying to be cool

I just didn't like the routine except taking time to watch television

As soon as I got home it's all a smooth transmission

I meant a smoother transition

Yes, attention span out the window like a government regulation

Then growing up to expectations and greater reading abbreviations

No, too many iterations

But of course it continues because of how the culture shifts

Then you just get too much and get the shits

Many and much, more and sore

Better yet we up the judgement and insecurities

Just like when we read and weep

All the cards in play like movements and oddities

Complex and cynical with a massive splash of positivity

Not too much negativity but it does tend to invade

Then the logical, ethical issues tend to persuade

The quest for what matters the most

In those small moments we tend to also hold close

Shaking the spiraling system

Marking the reality we live in

And taking apart what we know and splatter them

Into walls and deeper even more so into our subconscious

It's always been doing the chaos

And then exponentially adding it all up causing a ruckus

Ground and pound the influential bus

Of painful heartaches

Such a nostalgic and unoriginal take

But we end it here for now and for old times sake