my dusty tree grew from pollen and seed
what are you more thankful for, flowers or bees?
it doesn’t matter if it’s hourly or salary,
the ponzi was erected to devour me.
(the pyramid!!)

we’re blessed with sight
which doesn’t mean
that the power to see
is something that comes
with vision automatically.

it isn’t easy
it is hard to be free
when the buildings we live in are
tombstones for graveyards from slavery.

politicians can’t hack it…
turn off the tv, if you want entertainment-take acid
and fake a lake placid, relax…
they make havoc, we patch it.

The 23 degree axis will be 44
if they really want war with the artist.
top heavy, steady hand…
that pen is a gun and it can’t stand alone.
in the art of war,
war is a poem
and I’m rambo.