The Few

I Leaves

I do not take me for granted I

I m not alone on this planet I

I am sad because I

I feel bad because I

I walk too fast I

I have much to ask I

I hit salvia I went sideways I

I fell in the floor I

I saw things I never seen I

I feel like I'm in space I

I inside the moon I

I bright balloon I

I coming back soon I

I something's happening I

I trapped in a capsule I

I use like a drug I

I sitting still I

I homemade chair I

I in Dubai I see thru sky I

I stars blind my eyes I

I camel walk I

I hear donkey talk I

I occultist of oculist I

I see I see I see I

Hush The Baby

candles around the trees

pictures stuck to the wall

flowers on the sidewalk

teddy bears on the ground

daddies been gone mammas

never home a world left alone

code of the street is secretive

If We Matter

resurrect the truth

unchain the dream

untie the hands

heal the land

change things

restore the faith

disembowel hate

bring back the brothers

these children need fathers

the widow grieves  mate

a mother needs her children

restore the land part the water

we need to pass not for white

but through the darkest nights

if it's true that you see all things

you are the change we want to see

not treated as if we don't matter

we've been through category five

loss souls are many may they rest

in power we have our lives

if we're not sleep we can dream

we are spiritual beings seeds

rooted deep in crimsom soil

if it's true that you see all things

you are the change we want to see

not treated as if we don't ...

The Few

we are a group of a few

tho, many have joined

a few will keep it going

A Possible End

fearless leaps

dodging lightning speed

projectiles shielding

from rapid pelts of fire

fog in the air

thicker than cold ketchup

liquid waste from

a brown bottle

marked with ancient text

soaking a package

marked UPS

the mist clears still no

clearance to go

driven mad in the grip

of isolation heart beat

flutters then pause

one emergency away

from fatality

the bubble pops

in the next scene

the only clock ticking

is about to cancel

the unimaginable

impactful suspense

that unfolds on the

risky walk home

Gone (01032025)

Reflect Back In Kind (01032026)

you can't sell a word to anyone

but you can get someone to buy

what you're saying words are

valuable but verbally fair exchange

don't forget to tip the messenger

it's a poetic polite thing to do

and a adequate form of social grace

Write To This

A Specific Note (01022026)

Backdrop (01012026)