Mike

Thomas and I How he converses with verses Speaking the calculated venacular of his mentors mentors Of pain that aint his There is nothing to tear down There are things that send him off into the cosmos There are things that quiet his charged mind There are things he doesn't feel But has the potential to Where is Thomas Why is ThomasTo answer that would be tragic To speak of him would be wrongI like the guy and all But he just talks too much about nuthin.Carrying the torch of my masters He calls me Calls meLaughs at my HIStory Blames me for the atrocitties of the now when not even seeing his own bloody veil."You aint no better than me" I say And at the moment the lie slips from my lips it catches a mighty wind a wind that carries it thru our timeline and speeds towards the center of truth planting seeds of consiousness that bloom and blossom to eventually turn in to Nothing I can see now, but maybe in a while. Something that sustains hope in my feet and love in my chest. We are brothers he and I, sisters mothers and friends torn apart by our unwillingness to see what is there. God is each of us. by Frijoles