Flat Lines

I rose to the sound of beeping

in the distance I heard weeping

It's so much frustration flowing

between the lines of my occupation

pen and paper makes my

problems dissipate

all over the paper

into clouds of vapor

like smoke from setting fire to my haters

uncork the pain I try to explain

but I can't all this mess on the wall

needs a can of paint that's all

please leave me alone with my mind

I'm trying to think

this poison elixir I cannot drink

holding the bottle about to break

broken glass underneath the shade tree

in the field across the street

releasing all my frustration

to free my energy

I feel so much humility

like slipping on a banana peel

tripped up by my enemies

I use to be involve and my love was real

my acres was filled with diamonds

like Birdman's grill

in the words of Miguel Pinero

I just want to

KILL, KILL, KILL

everything must die

 believe me I tried

If tears could destroy

believe me I'd cry me a river

flowing with homicides

something sharp like a knife

pierced my back I saw familiar faces

while looking back

those who I broke bread and fed

left me for dead drowning in my red

waking up in a hospital bed

looking around

hand me a pen and pad

I need to write something down

a list of names going up in flames

my creed written in blood

somewhere deep in the mud

something’s growing I see a bud

the only way to see light

is to face the sun, the moon

and stars at night

barking dogs do bite

if the dead could walk

and trees could talk

I’m in the shrubs lying dead

for the last word to be said