The best mirror is an old friend.
{Peter Nivio Zarlenga}
{Deep Within}
All of a sudden, I’m stuck in a room, curt black walls & a solitary broom
... I poured redundancy out my cup, & tried ta' mix it up with zest ...
But the motherfucker didn’t like the way I emptied out my flesh
... So I stepped forth ... & walked out the door & just ... crept ...
I steadily tip-toe'd over Ms. Johnson's pup's & a bum that slept
On down the sidewalk I spot some chillin' folks up by the light post
"A man, I’ve been sorta lost without a cause, but ya' got a smoke?"
Time paused, & yet, my feet moved ever closer to the poser's
... As my kosher mental image's floated up & started over ...
{Write Outside}
As I strapped confusion to my back & laced my shoes up w/ brevity
A sparkle of a movement decided it wanted to collab. with my integrity.
Readily, steadily prodding was my right side, itchin for that write time
... As I get closer to the fence line I start ta' sense it's like a rip tide ...
So I emit lies, & start ta' fade away into the clause way, as to stray
Or just remain abeyant as I pray ... I burn ta' roam these vibrant valley's
But for these street light's & crowded week nights, not to mention the alley's
... What to do ... I'm asking you. 'Cos I’m fucking lost without a clue ...
Should I attack my passion or attach an' excuse an' claim I’m active
Save for rappin', I ain't got shit else goin' for me at this moment
Fuck it. I'ma spit my mind no matter what this torrent of torment blows in.
"Can you hear me? I'm only gona' speak for a second, I promise.
I just wanted to know if you've seen my brother Thomas, honest
If you haven’t it's all good ... I'm just really worried, no I’m scared!
If you find the time, might you try and be aware? I thank you ..."
{Pause the Tragedy}
I'm struck side strong along the block in which I reside on, & have been
... Ever since my Father fuckin' left an' went ta' be a 'has been' ...
It's sad when, people you've known all your life ... abandon son & wife
But that's right. & so I told this little shit that he just got the scoop
Except that reasoning never really did anything ta' me but offer rue's
T'was rude, but then I jerked my condolence back w/ shattered poise
& that's when I hear some none sense ... I heard a noise. Over there!
Huddled under some rubble I see a shake of hair, "My name's Thomas."
{Insight to my Soul}
Memories flood the draught bed of my foundation, vivid w/ statements
Since my creation this man & I have been engaged w/ patient pages
Erased sense, ever since my wages where just a fog’s mist of changes
& my passion’s been as long missed as the welcomed razors & wrist
… So I sift … my friends list begins ta’ wish it had a bit more …
But I’m good, cos’ at that moment I understood & it all began ta’ blend
I’ve truly been lost, but now I’m found again, the best mirror is an old friend.