Knock knock, who is there?
No knocks, time to scare, 
Tots flock, where’s Pops? Don’t despair!

Jocks amok, hands in the air!
Glocks shock, bodies lay bare
Starin’ at black live’s graves,
Darin’…. and the Blue line still waves.

How important that honor is, isn’t it?
If we question in the slightest, it’s a chest o’ bullets
If I’m mentally unstable and I dial 9 1 1,
I’m just another fable, I’ll run ’n I’m done

A fake 20 gets a deadly knee for 9 minutes,
He can’t breathe, 
while Chauvin’s hands’r in his pockets.

Chillin’!…. How chilling to see,
Killin’!…. How willing is he

The jury concluded, Derek’s guilty on all 3,
Look at what it takes for some accountability:

Global protests and riots, 11 months in action,
All we got, was to put away ONE, of the PD faction.

No traction, no grip, still slippin’ to live,
Still splittin’ reactions and limpin’ to give

This is a first step inna ultra-marathon,
But the other foot has to follow close along

10 miles from this trial, another smile was riled,
Duante Wright’s tears from a sorry crocodile
Maybe an accident maybe she was nervous,
Blacks taxed to death, in this diva’s circus

Qualified immunity allows pepper spray in my face,
Contacts fused to my eyes now I’m permanently maced.
Qualified immunity allows 3 tases to the pregnant,
Face down handcuffed, all ‘cause she was speedin’
Qualified immunity - held in a cell for 6 days,
Infested with feces and sewage all I can do is pray.

3 out of 50 we just started the game
CO, NM, NYC states first to fame,
Qualified immunity, no longer allowed in those 3
Imagine a world where ALL life had dignity?

6 out of 50 we finding our stride
Qualified immunity, just gives them more pride
12 out of 50, we gaining momentum,
Qualified immunity, vacations we sent them
24 out of 50, yo we halfway there,
Qualified immunity, their heyday lair
50 out of 50, from police to peace,
A single syllable, a century to achieve.

While Chauvin might do time, Chauvinism’s still alive,
Patriotism on the rise, blind devotion Palatine.
Segregated more than ever, we gotta bridge this divide
Get comfort in discomfort, start talkin to the other side.

Stay hydrated, for this race just started,
All the under-rated, pick your pace, arms guarded
They got tanks and choppers and ultra night vision
We got a heart that doesn’t stop us, and we on a mission!

Ohh Snow you sit and sticky goo you are,
I’m Mountain Rigid with ridges ‘n couloir
Some land gently, and some land meltingly,
some lands flat, water is no where to be,
As your flakes flock to blanket my piques,
Your jealous clouds still the moments fleet
As the sun stays longer, you start to wither,
caressing all my rocks, becoming River
So many names for two Hs and a O,
Ohh how your undertow tip-toes with rainbows
You know my interest, I bid you goodbye,
Cumulonimbus, from low to sky high!

In the heyday, spent an hour in the mirror,
Making sure every strand in place with no errors …..
The mane was the main way to the attention,
Of the Dane dames in my bedroom’s reflection.…..
What a heresy to admit the thinning crown,
This King dethroned, he’s gotta get outta town.…..
The games begin on how to cover this up,
Admitting the loss was just for punks.…..
Now everyday had to be planned,
Was it windy or rainy
just call me the weather man…..
Every climate meant a time to enlist,
In a war against my stylist— the self-anarchist.…..
After the long battle, the white flag waved high
The zero fade was in, and there was no need to cry…..
The new look projected a serious tone,
A message protected with malicious prose.…..
No Shampoo no barbers, I’m saving the coin
Helmets and hats are now easy to employ…..
It all became easier when she noticed me,
My head was cleared holistically.…..
Image and Identity use to be blurry,
Experience divorced them oh so slowly.…..

Let’s dance with all the disses,
And ask myself,
Which one hits and never misses?
The obvious one that we can all expect,
Oblivious to love, we call it disrespect
Ignored, pushed away,  given the dismissal,
Does this missile blow me up on it’s arrival?
Back stabbin', with no camaraderie,
How do I handle dishonesty?
They see it another way, it’s a disagreement,
Not my way, does it release my demon?
Someone on my team, couldn’t keep up the pace,
Shame to my dream, peep the face of disgrace.
My partner my soul she fusses her lust,
Do I adjust or just rush to distrust?
I try my best and they still resent,
Convalescent or just discontent?
Cancer’s prancin’ and everybody agrees,
Am I askin’ for help or do I just wheeze this disease?
Built my rep for years and with the quickness I’m a goner,
Do I shed some tears or just hold on to the dishonor?
I see you on the street, no shoes no coat asking for change,
Why do I look away, and treat this human with disdain?
She gains some weight and has that morning eye crust,
Can I elevate or am I mournin’ in disgust?
“You’re so thoughtful, and caring” and yet no kiss, no attraction,
Am I declarin’ “it’s not about me”, or am I flarin’ dissatisfaction
My brother takes his life
we’re deep in a well of grief
Why must we make this about us
I understand it’s just disbelief.

Man, so many ways to diss, to many to list,
Let the diss go like a disco
But can I let all THIS go?

When I know the ones that hit,
I can pause and submit,
‘Cause it no longer transmits,
And I can finally see it’s benefit

This was based on a prompt to watch this video and then just write down what we saw. (Irene Cooper's poetry class):

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEejivHRIbE

Egg yolk, cell division, yellow, salt crystals, converging, black hole-like, yellow hole, yellow whole, implode, engulf itself, shaping, ghost in the shell, life magic, spirit, God particles, army of cells at work, a city in the clouds, the separate merges to the singular, an entity, consciousness, a pulse, a beat, movement, I’m here, but where? I’m blind, but can soon see, the clouds are separating, I can feel, I’m stuck but can move a little, can I get out of here? I think I can!! I’m free! See ya!

Just a yellow yolk where the story unfolds,
Crystals converging like a black-hole,
Shaping, engulfing itself, the whole,
Implodes and hones the ghost in the shell,
The magic of life, and the army of cells,
God’s particles, its spirit, exists!
A city in the clouds pivots to mist—
or animist—separate merges to the singular,
An entity emerges, is it secular?
A pulse a beat and now movement,
I’m here, but where, blindly perusin' it,
Feelings are in I’m hard at twerk
I”m outta this place, so I can flirt!
Meet my mate and drop my seed,
We’re back to this egg’s infinite mystery.

The ball of fire breaks the horizon,
Shadows born awake from night-timin’
Birds are singing while eating breakfast,
Nerds are pinging while reading Craigslist.
The thirsty dirt’s drinking drips of dew
Daisys, Lilys, flirting with their bloom.
Insects digest and replenish the soil,
Sex I suggest and play tennis with royal
Rackets back to work as this isn’t a dream,
Nature’s perfection so effortless it seems.
Kids are talking and walking home from school,
Kids are crossing and dying for being a mule.
We hold our hands and give thanks for our food,
We stole their land and give flanks from the abused.
The sky is dim with purple and hues,
We retire within belly’s full and no clue
To the magic that occurred all day everyday,
All the static in our world, blinds us in every way. 
The darkness wraps us in such a warm blanket
The metatarsus hangs and the alarm clock cranks it
What a wicked way to wake        from a weak death
A worm in the beak as she seeks her nest.

Started with a little bump shrugged and gave it a sigh,
Over Zoom, she says “Yo what’s up with that sty in ya eye?”
I’m like “it ain’t no thing, I was gonna ignore it”
She recommended some herbs, I was like, “man, I got this”.
Start the hot mess compress on the right eyelid,
5 days of calm stress, time to fight my zit!
Can’t touch it, Can’t rub it, Can’t think about it!
One of those things, probably started it
Might be over the hump now, its turnin’ white
Hope I don’t gotta pump this thing out tonight.
That really aint my style, Yo I be letting things be,
Walking around with shades, this shits embarrassing.
It’ll be over soon, this insisting cyst,
Then my lashes will bloom, no more fingertips!
Up in my eyes, ever again.
Wanna pour in gin, to stop the stingin’.
Take the assist, you don’t want none of this,
Don’t touch ya eyes, ya mouth or ya fuckin lips!
Thinking should been done washin’ my hands more,
Spring in 2021, yo who does that anymore?

2 Chan 4 Chan 8 Chan = Q
How many more Asians will we lose?
On 9/11 the Sikhs got the hate
Last 11 months, Chinese in their grave
While race plays a role, let’s zoom out a bit,
Mass shooting counts 3 or more no longer exist
The first things first, 98% are men,
From birth to the hearse, what’s it like to be them?
The second known fact is so obvious to me,
The majority had high capacity magazines.
Yeah maybe Playboy and Hustler are to blame,
There’s a bigger message to sing in this refrain.
This country has a wound that’s deep and true,
We scratch that scab until its red and blue
When we face a challenge we need someone to blame
From Jews to Mexicans you know this game's name
Propaganda, patriarchy and of course supremacy,
Handling this legacy, with such forceful energy
They've run this show called the human channel,
As we connect the dots they losing the battle,
Last few rounds, breathing heavy, feet wobbly,
Let’s come together and critique this sovereignty
We gotta fight for our rights and take part in the party,
Lets love our beastly boys, and take apart their story,
This “man up, stand up”, leads to toxic masculinity
Only fans of the ban have their hands up, like Marley
From Gandhi to Henry, from Nelson to Lennon,
This country’s a first, mixing people and religions,
Different strokes for different folks, everybody wants in,
This diversity’s our shadow AND where the healing begins.

All consumed by the task list,
It’s always growing, never minimalist.
Will I ever catch up and say “I’m DONE”!
Probably not, as I add more for fun.
Can’t miss out on that thing to read or learn,
Gotta put it down for later, just in case. In turn,
I’m anxious with all the items to do,
Yet adding more helps me get through,
The FOMO I feel when I found some rare gem,
An article, tutorial, some new information.
What if I stopped enterin’ logs to this fire?
Would it really go out, or just cause me to perspire?
The habit is deep and doesn’t seem to end,
How can you be my enemy and my friend?
Now, I’m both the victim and the persecutor,
This triangle’s just missing the rescuer.
I’d rather stick to math, then cosine this drama,
Did I pick this path, did I sign this karma?
I guess, this cunnin’ drum is the beat of life,
From hittin’ high hats, to strikin’ snared-up strife,
I might kick ‘n crash, I might laugh and splash,
Upside, downside, I ride this wave, with or without cash.
Discoverin’ me, I’m taking my time,
Love is in me, impulse to rhyme. 

Why is it so hard for me to hear a NO?
Maybe it started when I was young not fully grown
The sound pierces my chest and stuns my soul,
I can’t move or think, I’ve been impaled by a pole
Medusa’s word makes my heart turn to stone
Her truth is heard and makes my bone moan
If I can’t hear a no, then it isn’t a question,
The sycophant hero’s just leadin’ the inquisition
What a world it could be to allow ALL NOs!
It’s not about me tho, which now I know
Accepting a NO, is a YES for the other,
Letting go these egos, what about you my brother?

One day it won’t sting to hearing both options,
Put myself in the ring, when can I stop boxin?
Call it a toxin, no mask or vaccine,
The only cure, the task that I see,
To open that door and set my ghost free,
Two sides of the coin, type Boo-lean, G
Worthy more than gold, no bullions necessary
It’s not that scary, my veil’s been lifted,
Casper’s friendly, sail winds have shifted,
My boat’s course correction’s bringin’ back the breeze,
Your throat’s coarse inflection’s singin’ NOs at ease,
What a space we create, when we seek of speakin’ our truths,
We embrace our fate tastin’ trees of sweet ‘n sour fruits.