Dec 9, 2021
Erykah Badu communicates with My Soul…
EYE wrote a novel while trapped
in a traffick jam filled with spam
much like the box in-between
the tween girl who
much like Badu
went live with the true
nature of how it felt to be swellt like a cow
in heat with bare feet and
preggers.
…knocked up with what felt like a trap
that morpheus-ed to trick a trick (crap!)
when Ms. Lauryn Hill
begs the Red Pill
Baby Girl… watch out…
That Thing is about…
ill.
Alabama 3
sang to me… last night…
no fight… just LOVE and asked how
can EYE protect your lie…
when every action, Ms. Jackson…
is fo’ real? Do not steal…
This SoulSibling’s seal
of fate… wrapped in hate…
asked one day how
to forgive in The Now when…
nobody asks or cared then…
“No drug gives a more exhilarating high…
than a long swim…” Yet that one day nigh…
08*20*2000 was when…
with One White Pill known as MDMA
took the ill… far away…
for the very first time
everything seemed fine…
and then…
COVERT operation thwarted the nation
ALL for one big wakeup call of duty…
to protect the fields of dreams and screams
of booty and pirates galore on every shore
Pauly? Is now the time to rhyme…
in heaven?
Heard rumor that the tumor is gloomer
than the Baby Boomer whom WE all ignore…
(who evens the score?)
there is no equal… just the sequel to the novel idea
that Sophia means WISDOM and that CHAOS is WHITE
and ORDER is BLACK and now WE attack…?
Who are you? The Fight or The Run?
Get thee to the NUN-NERY…
filled with irony and smokes
any jokes? The Rage is Against the Machine
and the fence around Our SoulSiblings who must pay
the Grim Reaper today whether WE like it or not…
Badu… O’ how do YOU… suggest WE stop the mess…
without ORDER in the COURT when tennis is all about LOVE
and GAME… not the same… maybe Fat Nwigwe feels the DOVE
of peace? Or Whirled Peas… which is how this witch felt
about turning some into pelts of skin…
a reaction like Ms. Jackson was to Tyrone…
Sista, throw me a bone(!!!)
YOU are My SoulSibling in Browner…
I’m down… to put money where the pain…
in this brain… has no shame… life’s a game…
of forgive and forget and sin and regret tends to beget
violence within and that’s where EYE must begin…
the nerve… of ideals of yoga appeals…
there’s no turning back… face the attack
of the oncoming music like Coltrane…
insane in the membrane…
cocaine ate this brain as does meth and death
becomes WE every día de las solas mías
con fresca… it’s happening to WE… ass…
hats… the cats know that rats not good eating…
yet WE think they feeding when in fact they just cheating
playing hunger games with the bleeding
hearts known as WE comma the PEOPLE who
are leopards and do not change the spot or the stripe
of the tiger whose EYE is brown with a slit like
a third eye that needs a lens to see that if mama
ain’t happy with the drama then trauma
ensues for all yous zombies without clues
to forgiveness… one more year for this deer
in the headlights… how does the deer beg
for a leg of hope? Nope. Here comes the divide and
conquer that cannot subside as CHAOS gets ORDERED
around town like the clown to the left while
the joker sits on a pile of aces…
places, everyone… here comes the sun and the moon
no more room for riding the fence… hence the sense of oncoming doom…
last year without fear EYE walked thru the valley in pieces
and now is the only cow that is holy… the children who suffer
buffer the fluffer who happens to be WEaned off the ad
that claims to be sad when there is no ONE clad
in truth… is truth relative to family or can WE
love those who strike the cheek of the meek?
is it stronger or longer too long for the strong?
why can’t WE all get along? Badu… your song…
smatter the latter and then the batter is up
along with time like wine… our privilege is breath…
what to do with the meth that permeates the culture of fear
the ideals steal the miseducation of zeal
in Zion… met a Syrian… such a weary one…
no family… how can WE use the fire to make pure
the hearts of manure? safe word? is there one for the herd?
LET GO… is that one word? Heard.
Badu… that poster hasn’t come thru the distraction
of survival… the rival is within… Black Feet laugh at this beat…
the cloud is the EYE in the Macintosh Peter is still there…
unaware of this plan the ancestors demanded of WE…
royal of true blood believe the Harry Prince Oprah
Souper Soul Sunny Dazed and confused was told sore is bruised
flesh of the past and the blast of LOVE is the PRIZE PRESENT GIFT
of bias confirmed that determines the path of the righteous
who might just know the deal…
