If you do not laff
U will kry
Maybe the laffy taffy
Whichever you prefer
Or
Do you understand the fear you create?
Muster the courage to embrace the brave?
Open your I to express its rage?
After all, you have experienced what’s at stake, right?
Who sets the pace?
My heartfelt, traced
A tap on the landmine
Tip toe, no longer but with grace
Dogs bark
Slavers track
Till the finishing line
Somewhere headed south
The border around the mic
Fenced off by the wire
Through intwined spirits
I did what tomorrow asked
A wishful moment
Blissful, still potent
My faults are my own
Their ploy, to what is owed
The sinner’s redemption
Foreshadowed intentions
Sacrilegious manoeuvres
The puppets had
The puppeteer laughs
The actor works
Directions aboard
We only produce the finest
Guns and roses
Chains and lashes
Gothic Moses
The sea is red
Native love is a speeding bullet
A serene bloodshed
Heartache in its wake
Estranged by its cape
You either die their hero
Or live long to see the villain
Simple and childish it seems
Pulled back by its string
Vilifying in hopes to escape with
Demonising in ways that only deceive
Is there a shoulder to lean on when one’s at bay?
Not a puppet but an honest path to play
A family affair be one’s dream
To surpass the image
Close to mind the dreaded past
A mere cohesion or fearfully in line?
My side of the story starts and ends on a page
Written by my speech
In front of an audience
To inspire and entertain
Not for trial
Sorrow
Regret and tribulations
Or at the mercy of another man’s hand
But with ease
In peace
Knowing that I’ve lived
Glad in the choices I’ve made
And not to second guess my trail
Lord
I know I’m not the holiest
But will you
With mercy
Show me a sign that it’s worth the wait
I have not a point to make
My mistakes I embrace
I just want to escape
A promise I thought I was made
How long left of the journey
To finally put my print on what’s fine?
I remain a man of my word
To see my dreams fulfilled
To nurture my innocence
Before it’s all too late
Unless it’s to be retained
In my right
Likeness
And whatever else I decide to sign
Dotted line
A solar eclipse
One with the system
Not on land
Nor with the fishes
Embrace the fuckery
The face itches
To scratch the surface
You’ve made him
The professional needs no maker
A built brick needs no layer
Cement dries the corner
Stones skip before the architect
A daydream with the wind
Fishing rods stand on its feet
A picnic basket of roses
Lay the blanket and dare to dream
Movies speak like never before
Music swayed the playground chore
Books reflect a section, evident on shore
It’s like I’ve been here before
Yet, no recollection
A pleasant surprise I must say
A breath of fresh air I exhale
The weight no longer a scale
Balanced an inch to the left
Balanced an inch to the right
One false step and all hell breaks loose
Horns like a moose
Pink feathered goose
Duck beneath the bridge
The origami’s fuse
Scented glue
Wretched fume
A kindled ploy
I think I’ve been here before
Sometimes I think we’ve been here before
A dislodged memory split in two
Or more
Many forms, a compass
I wonder which one, or together, leads
Sometimes maybe good
Sometimes maybe shit
A perplexed mantra
Still, fills the heart to the brim
And here’s your pamphlet
No false pretence
Read me my rights
I’ll gladly listen
No dotted line marks my territory
Rotten at the core, his sanitary
Trick Baby’s galore
A lifetime of southern gore
Cheek to cheek, a family’s welcome
Ear to ear, a family loom
Tragic, I must say
With all due respect, ear to ear I run
On the field is my greener tavern
Never house bound, I keep em stuffed
Sunken be not my dream
A flash will appear to field.
scarred crow 
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