Busy

My brothers

So

Busy

They've lost

Touch

Of the prize. 

My brothers

Stay

Busy

I can see it

In the redness

Of 

Their eyes. 

My brothers

Too busy

Building

With a deck

Of cards. 

Or is it

Stack

Of 

Lies. 

It's all

The

Same

Too busy.

No

Need

To

Ask

Why.

My brothers

Dope as Hell. 

Wack as Hell. 

Two sides

One Card.

Respect

Been a fan

Of

Graffiti writers

Since I saw the first tag.

I was young.

Very young. 

If I share

You probably

Think that I lie. 

I am impressed

By how expansive

The font has grown. 

I am impressed

On how

A well executed tag

Still carries weight

In a culture that's developed

The art form

To include MASSIVE productions

On sides of skyscrapers.

I respect

The humble spirit

Of

Those

With great talent.

Peace to the movement.

Soul Less

How you

master

fake handshakes?

I thought

we were

to meet souls.

You've managed

to separate

your spiritual

from

the

physical.

Now the handshake

lacks soul

And cold

You have successfully

Managed

to

Separate your words

from your heart.

I can't trust you. 

Perfect Beat.

Enjoyed the

Work. 

Respect

The labor.

Many in denial

That the movement

Is stepping

Into

Abstractness. 

Natural

Progression

When letters

Can no longer

Form

The image

To be presented. 

However,

The shorties

Gotta rock them

Letters!

Develop a code

To explode.

Destroy

To

Build.

Inspect

And correct

Build an image

And project. 

We are ALL

Looking for

The

Perfect

Beat. 

Pay Attention

I see faults...

Made visible

Thru

Patience. 

Dumping

Random

Thoughts...

Leaving room

For true faults

To present themselves

More clearly...

I hear them.

I feel the negative

Rubs. 

I'm grateful

And

Concerned.

Some of these

Have been in rotation

For a very long time. 

It's amazing

How powerful

Words are

When you

Pay

Attention. 

Day 2

Second day

Dodging

what's hurled

From inside

I survived

Another

Day

Far

From perfect

But perfect

Is a goal...

To exercise the soul.

For the day,

When its done,

What I did,

I now do.

Not for you,

But for me,

And you...

In a way.

More than one way.

But today,

I'm thankful

I stayed

On course

As best I could...

Far from perfect. 

Midnights

Midnights still wear me down.

Stomach unsettled. 

Mind fuzzy.

Eyes tired.

A steady hum

Reverberates

And I struggle

Listening

To others talk. 

Forced to be surrounded

By monitors

Shuffling

Trying to find

A comfortable

Position. 

My body aches

From lack of motion.

In my stomach

Is a commotion

My shit schedule

Is

Out of wack.

Been working shift work

Over 10 years

And I still

Can't find a rhythm.