Hmmmmm

Why ask questions I ain't gonna answer....

Why waste time on the preponderance of reality...

The diaspora of your vision defined scarce and few,

The spectrum of my eyes see way beyond you...

Look into my soul and have it swallow you whole,

Gorging its famine on your ignorant soul,

Try as you might, my dept shall surpass,

Beyond my present life's cycle for your spawns to amass,

Not a threat, though you may take it as such,

Not a promise, though it means just as much,

Simply a prescription,

Of benediction, encryptioned by me...

Peek into my heart's core...and tell me what you see...

IN FLUX: A Gruff

There once sat a man, his arms in fold,

His hair of weeds and teeth of gold,

His eye a diamond, splintering gleams,

His other a hole, where one had been,

Seven digits, mismatched

But not one thumb...

His clothes a rag

Tied front to back

His once bronze skin a blemished black...

This old man of nothing nice,

Spoke to me once sullen, thrice

A Gruff...

He said, "...Boy this life,

Is to live,

Be not fooled, but what to give,

Of oneself, to gain a glory?

Bequeath your heart for fabled pleasures...

Stolen from your youth of life...

Days beneath a swollen sun,

Nights among the playful stars,

Working, slaving...Day and Night...

All to give unto a wife...

Friends and dogs

Both one and same...

Will give you loyalty true...

Till one day when such darkness comes...

They'll ask of you enormous sums,

But think of it not true to form or friendship gained...

Without regards of living lame,

You'll follow through both, both leg and thumb,

For fear of canine jaws untamed...

You'll surely choose o share your crumbs...

And family, such a cursed gift,

Through pestilence’s rift,

Exiled with taunt,

They'll dare not drift...

For fear of want,

In future gains and garb and care

And you the lame, say,"Fear not fear!"

And they, the priests and flock about...

Laugh and smile with righteous shouts,

Flame and liquor bought with your hand,

Engulf the heat of concession’s lamb,

You my friend, the sacrifice,

Shed garment, to shelter your family's life,

And that night

That very night...

They'll feed said garment to the light

The one you sit upon and roast...

Toast not toast, but be a host,

Of your Life of which to live...

This counsel I SHARE

For son, I fear

And bid

You'll forgive,

But I've got nothing left to give.

Tom Cat

Here's a little story about a cat;

That damn cat wouldn't stand for chat,

That damn cat knew where its at

Now that there fee

Was awfully...

When a young Tom Cat climbed up her tree;

This Tom Cat had style and grace

This Tom Cat had a face to chase

This young skit

Knew how to git

EevvErythang

From stit to bitCat slid

Now that old sow, we called cat ace

She sat in tree, called it her place

And every time Tom slid

Sow Cat itched to have his kid;

Sow Cat purred and Sow Cat co0,

Jimmy cracked corn as Tom Cat flew

And just by chance he peeped her prance

And Sow Cat did a mean 'ole dance

Now Tom Cat jived and Tom Cat Jigged

But this 'Ole Sow...

Had Tom Cat rigged

And So he stammered and then Tom strum

And mad the Sow put feet to drum

Tom played well that game of his

Till one day Tom's Jive turned to jiz

And Sow Cat made her wishes his

Now that's not bad if two for two

The each played tunes that Co0 Cats do

But just like the monkey, that Tom Cat wore,

That damn core thought was true for sure

The game was old, like cop and blow...

Chase a Tom, Catch a Tom, Let...Him...Go...

Still Tom was slick

Mo' den a bit

He knew his name to scheme don't fit

So Tom Cat layed and Tom Cat curled

Cause Mista Line knew its a Tom Cat's world

Early morn as Sow Strut cocked

Tom Cat kicked the Jive...Pulled frock

And said, "Just how slick you be?

Try to make a fool of me

You tried to lay the law down hard

Was almost there, all but a yard

You snuck a Ace, three Jokes to start

While I played 'lil 'ole Jack of Hearts

You cut the cards and cheated, yet

You double dealt to insure wreck,

French cuts and calls of Nig on check

But still there's one thing you forget

Lil 'ole Tom had brought the deck

No matter how, who what or wy,

Ya can't beat the deck my dough did buy

Set all up from get to go

So...

No matter the throw

Tom's in the know

You cheated with rules I wrote myself

Doubled up on Hell and thought it wealth

Now Game is called -- by me Tom Cat."

He spat the chat, then turned to skat

And said, "One final thing, should see,

Ya tree ain't tumble weed to me.

Come morn this 'ole thing hits the ground...

The Man a have it chopped and bound,

And that 'ole Dog will love the sound...

Cuz he just came home from Famine Pound"