wood

ache held high
rhythm radiate memory
shift with hope
remain
meaning is known
connection
life
relief
worthwhile payment

Oakland Cellar Dwellers

gift vision
follow through wonder
pieces the puzzle
sleepless stumble
no choice
no option
destiny is set

process

corruption is placed within the reserve with care. one day it's purpose will be made aware. unthinkable strength lays in wait. unaware the host harbors the gift to gestate. light via seed, time release. copy is the end, and the curse from the planter is sure to extend.

HEAVY LID

WHIRL WONDER
HEAVY LIDS CONTROL THE ROLL
FIGHT
STICKY MOUTH COAT
THE WAVE HOLDS STRONG
REST IS DEW
AM MAGIC PROJECT
COLD FEET
PREMATURE
UPPER HAND NAMED SLEEP
HE DOESN'T KNOW DEFEAT

Sweat Alone

RAIN, IT WONDERS WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN NEXT. THE GRASS SHINES, SLIP AND SLIDE, NO ONE KNOWS. I KNOW. MUD IS WET DIRT. GO FIGURE. TIRED EYES BLINK WITH HOPE THAT THE SHUTTERS WILL STAY SHUT. THEY WON'T. QUESTION THE WEATHER REAP THE REWARD OF FREEDOM. LEAF BLANKETS HELD UNTIL THE SUN SHOWS. SWEAT ALONE.

Hector

H ector wipes his forehead
E astside carwash is busy for a Tuesday he thinks
L anes continue to fill without rest
L unch break might as well be a month away

I nside Hector hates Eastside carwash
S arah needs school clothes, so he does what he has to make it happen

R eady for the next car? His supervisor bellows
E astside carwash will put Hector in his grave
A ngelo is hung over and useless today, you can smell the previous evening on him
L unch whistle screams, break time

Waiting

I spend most of my early days under cover waiting. Years go by with little difference. Change is unknown to me. Securely suspended. Or so I thought. Then slowly it came. The unknown, change. My suspended certainty was on the move. I was given a window into a world I had no idea existed. Come to find out my move not only effected me, it caused change for many others that were like me. Their moves were much less than mine this time around, but they were experienced in the method. I was given my window. My window grew with time. It showed me an ever changing world. I was no longer alone; I was among a tough crowd. Any visitors to our area were quickly turned to mush and sent on their way. I didn't really have a choice, nor did I really want one. As I grew older the years caught up to me. I became weathered and worn like a dog’s favorite bone. I also grew tired of my neighbors and the close confides that never really fit to begin with. My window had become tarnished. Little did I know my wear and tear would turn out to be my ticket out of this place? One fine day my pain was felt. My window was broke. I was set free.
- Wisdom Tooth