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If you work for money
you work for nothing
if I take a dollar bill
and cut it up into a million pieces
I’d have the same material in my palm
but to y’all it’s no longer worth a dollar meal
and everytime I buy some weed, I laugh
it’s green for green
but I’m not fooled into thinking that my green will last
money only has the power that we give it
so I smoke my money and add to the clouds
cuz it takes faith to keep us from going bankrupt
and I only put my faith into my savior
only Jesus Christ is who I’m praisin
now before you leave, thinking:

“Here’s another christian that will hate me for my choices”

nobody is perfect, I won't judge because I’d rather we be buds
I’m not here to talk about you, but while I am
no matter what you do, be a star shining in your nighttime
cuz you were made to be the one thing that we need
whoever you are, just be who you are supposed to be
do it for the love
spittin light
your heat reaching out for some life
a hand to hold
an eye to please
a heart to warm
and these words
stuck in between all three
speaking for the bond
molecules building into this pond
reflecting the dawn
sun risin, startin your song
blessin you with waves of
hello for now but I can’t stop, there is always someone waitin for a sunrise

thistle licker

Jester, bard, minstrel
sonneteer, rhapsode
versifier, word-dumper
letter writer, nubby typer
sun-draped soliloquist
mad hatchet penman
hacking away at this pages purity
serious scribbler doin my best to color within the lines

I might be one of those
but I am definitely not a poet
I am just a kid tryin to look stoic
in this photo you took from me
now this moment is stolen
and I'm nervous
cuz I'm certain they will call me back for further questioning
but I didn't flash freeze our faces
branding the image into memory
some things are better free than in your net
let the butterfly drift
capturing this moment for yourself
keeping the beauty in your jars
preventing it from being art
I won't have a part in this
breaking off parts of the present
containing the past into fractions
I'd rather be off living in this whole now
fully appreciating every little tap of my fingers across this fence

quiet riot within my writing

there's a silence you can hear
there's a silence you can feel
there's a silence you can see
there isn't a silence you can taste
but there is a silence you can be
shining bright quite silently like the moon
falling stars know that
there is a silence you can shoot
but it isn't too silent to the people in the room
and there is a silence that stays secret
in between where our eyes plant a garden
pruning the moments with our smiles
keeping the silence like a cast
cut in half, broken by the laughter

Sand in my shoes

cloud over my sun bathing me with this
shadow puppet
turning to new shapes as the seconds turn to minutes
just goin with the wind
never can we know the clouds
never will we hold the clouds
for more than a breath

Always
or forever
in the middle of my thought
at the end of my rainbow riding this sentence to the brink
of your attention span

your clothes are brighter than you
and you walk in like you are the coolest
can't even hold a conversation unless it's about you
won't even listen unless they talkin about you
but I know I'm no better
maybe I'm tryin to change me by hatin on who?
everyone, anyone
we could all benefit from taking a moment to look around
and observe more than what is in your news feed
stickin stuck to that screen
thinking all these people like me
but they just stuck in their own dream
I wish I could be free of this scheme
a las
I am a slave
just another cog in the machine

I am a weird kid just tryin to be normal
in this new world I am explorin
though I've been lost since I was watchin Dora in Oregon
when my biggest problem was figurin how to shirk the next chore
and
while stumbling through these dark corridors
I tripped on this torch
it was already lit
I'm just here to lift it high again
tryin to spread a little bit of light
love laugh and forget about the past
if it isn't in the present, then it wasn't meant to last
and the future is full of second chances

eyes fighting to find each other

words failing
mind stalling
stuck falling
in between
when silence leaves
and your left questioning
at least in my mind I'm
so certain that I'm not on your mind
just a blimp
a figment of a moment
nothin to hold on to
another dusty jacket
you put up in the attic
which you only visit after something tragic
bubble wrap cuz you're so fragile
need the past to keep you intact
perhaps no more actions could fix this
only time will be the factor
writing chapter after chapter
trying to read the answer
searching through the weaves of what I was when this started

it made sense to me

what is what isn't when it wasn't where anything is?