kayfabe

“Kayfabe isn’t about lying to the audience; it’s about creating a world they can believe in.”

- Jim Cornette

American Love Story

America, 

Don’t you love a reclamation project?

Let’s make our mistakes in sun gaze, 

I don’t got no dark to sell you

For front page or water cooler gathering,

Just a cautious tale of truth and reconciliation

My mistakes build from frame of momma backbone,

Who props real careful like-

Special like-

to uphold a candle light to shade’s contrast

So America, 

Don’t you love a rise and fall? 

A guise performed until break crack and stretch

Calloused grip hanging on to cliff covered sandpaper

Reaching for acknowledgement 

— Or anything positive

Printed sealed and delivered for news release

Why do you want everything? 

If I give you my speech

you take my thoughts

If I give you my life

you take assumptions

America, 

Don’t you let a comeback story?

Down seven on a two-minute drill

Backed up into a wall

You love to see us sweat for it 

Pressure is your generational ambiance,

This burden heavy like doc marten boot bottom, 

America you love arrogance yet 

groundedness but

bitch, I’m too fly

My family ties was noose tight and tied

To a

Style which goes out

On a high but never too high

So you can-

drag me down from an air of forgiveness into a new height

“You the man now” I’m told

So “Carry your truth right,”

America, 

I hear you like a spectacle

Vicariously living through silicon boxes

Black mirrors flip and watch us see everything we want to be without risk 

But we show up to it like it’s our job

Just to say we took a part of

No sorry, sorry,

Just to say we want parts of

No sorry, sorry,

I mean to say to say we are a part of 

This reclamation without reconciliation

America,

Don’t you want to see my chains dangle from nape to kneecap?

Enough to double dutch so I can jump when you say to 

Just to keep what I got

Dear, America

I feel free but

my hands do not

The plan of life to bloom, grow, break then rot

I think about a lot but never too much about where I’m planted

And that is the point 

Who doesn’t love an American love story

Can’t Tell “B” Nothin’

I heard about “B”

“B” had scratch they say

I say scratch ain’t bout nothing 

but “B” don’t say much

I heard “B” had a 7 foot wingspan and could fly 

— underwater

I heard that one at the bar

Everyone know “B” 

“B” walks with three seconds between his left and right foot

Six feet between footprints

He could headbutt a traffic light

Insane I say, they say they swear he

Talks in babel

Riddles,

No matter what “B” say it come off enlightening and you’ll take from it what you need

“B” could drive stick shift left-handed

“B” could drive from the backseat they say

I never asked about “B” or who he is

What he do, I just assumed

That mother fucker 

ain’t

real

“B” ain’t never showed me no miracles

No wine, no fish, no cave’s in the projects

“B” fucking for real

Mary Requires Compromise

If you can’t break it down to your grandma then you don’t understand it

“You marrying the girl” she ask me, I say no way,  

Marrying requires compromise and Mary also said take me as I am, my best my worst and I don’t think I’m there

Yet

Tripping through my own words, I wish I could explain to this battered woman, 

With two kids, both bastards 

Why I can’t explain what love is but if you can’t explain it to a five year old you don’t understand it

In this case she’s four and her eyes match mine 

Her blonde streaks emit little torches when the sun hits it

I wish I could see love through her eyes

She says “I love you this much” and reaches like she can tickle both sides of the house

I say i love you I love you I love you I mean it and I feel it but I can’t explain it

And if you can’t break it down Barney style then you don’t understand it 

Simple as put, since nursery rhymes it’s been I love you and you love me

Let’s throw that word around along with compromise 

Love is patient, love is kind but here comes

“You think you can just do whatever the hell you want,” quote, unquote 

That phrase feels like tinnitus to me

Feels like doing whatever I want was what I was conceived for 

My ego teeters on doing what I feel 

Tethered 

To this body this mind but brother, that doesn’t work for me

I’d prefer to go over

I’d prefer to have an explanation

For a bond, a chemistry, a bond through chemistry 

I’d wish I’d get it but if you can’t explain it to yourself, then you don’t understand

Sunflower Seeds/The Problem of Other Minds

I told you I loved you

……. First

It’s easy to tempt faith when it beckons for you

Mix beds with, skins and habits shed with

I said if I ever told someone I loved them first

It’d be ahead with meaning well for and well with 

Instead it be ego and a well wish

I threw my change down with it

Flipping it to make a point 

Baby, if I had a joint for every spell just know it would be in hell with enough flame to spark my heart and inhale with 

A jail just a cell with your thoughts imprisoned

I’m 

I’m 

I’m…..

Selfish.

Just now getting over my shell like pressed on fingernails 

Snapping to the beat of our hearts infused with love

Damn 

we left so much canvas

Don’t know if I’m a fan or your man or a lover not in tandem 

We pedal different like roses and Lillies 

Hand in my hand and there’s no star quite like you are

Light the way in our start

My hand upheld a lantern 

For now the plans just

A map

Two can connected by string 

And we can speak even if on two different planets 

This is love unplanned and awfully managed 

Eren Yeager Was Right

This is the illusion of choice

I could voice every concern ever and

Place feet firm into conviction convincingly 

and still misstep into destiny

What’s Free

I walk this world all by myself I say

Each winding path curling into a trek by faith

May I have this dance of life and I gets to two stepping like auntie would

This is black history

Black like shhhhh

go to sleep

Black like shade at midnight where no shadow could vouch for my being

Black like you ain’t posed to be here

Black like greeted by the little n1__a grin akin to the “oh my” eyes

I says

I walk this world all by myself but I done tracked love, rejection rejoice and choice all through this bitch 

My mess and brush be here on this canvas

My easel is my momma backbone

Propping extra careful like there’s something special like to uphold 

This black history

Black like nothing into something

If I am on trek by myself baby I done half stepped too much

So May my strides be long enough to match with gods

Agency

I  loved you in thousand timelines across a million lifetimes

And each one i loved you differently

This one loved with ego and selfishness

Yet

Patience and well wishes

I could overwhelm hell with excuses and heaven with compliments when it comes to you

I told mama if I met you had I been raised better 

Maybe this life would have been the one I saw through with you

aye vee aye

echo of my features

pretty,

your shadow is leaked from oil water air and earth

blood

hair blonde

roots brown

may your fruit reach far from this orchard we are all suspended in

broken bitter, hopeless sinner

sketching thin

bloom not from ground

bloom from branch

give shadow

grow in light

bask in it

cross river blues

I tapped his wrist, it was froze as cold

God takes him out of the game

Raise him from dirt, replace his name

May he never see earth again

Indigo tears fallen into our river of blues

I see your smile in these waves

Should you arrive once more, I’ll be there to greet you

May he never see earth again

You did well for us, I bury my earrings with you

I’ll raise your kids to be true

Just know I did this all for you

May he never see earth again

Hands full of crimson

Thoughts of grain

What an image we must display

I see your horns bulging behind gold flames

I’m selling to you again

KOD

“people are so miserable”

Selling your soul isn’t a meeting at the crossroad

Although 

I wish it was as simple as

Falling to your knees one time and one time only

Supposedly it’s a break piece by piece

*they say*

I say the same

I say how many times can you break your spirit and barter

And it still be worth as whole

What if it is step by step?

Crawling knee to knee

Elbow to soil when the key to freedom is a cage to soul

Broken up until paid in full

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What if the devils surname was free?

As when cast from heaven 

Free at last he exclaimed

As if doing it right was limiting

Hitting the ground and crafting rivers where

Leaks broke rock and carved waterfalls

As they always have

It’s taken thousands of years for mountain to crack in half

But the spirit doesn’t have longevity or fortitude not to cave

What say you? 

When pressure mounts and options become roundabouts

Courage shrouds in doubt

And here you are, at the crossroad 

What say you?