Erykah Badu communicates with My Soul…

How do EYE unsee the novel of destruction?

EYE wrote a novel while trapped

in a traffick jam filled with spam

much like the box in-between

the tween girl who

much like Badu

went live with the true

nature of how it felt to be swellt like a cow

in heat with bare feet and

preggers.

…knocked up with what felt like a trap

that morpheus-ed to trick a trick (crap!)

when Ms. Lauryn Hill

begs the Red Pill

Baby Girl… watch out…

That Thing is about…

ill.

Alabama 3

sang to me… last night…

no fight… just LOVE and asked how

can EYE protect your lie…

when every action, Ms. Jackson…

is fo’ real? Do not steal…

This SoulSibling’s seal

of fate… wrapped in hate…

asked one day how

to forgive in The Now when…

nobody asks or cared then…

“No drug gives a more exhilarating high…

than a long swim…” Yet that one day nigh…

08*20*2000 was when…

with One White Pill known as MDMA

took the ill… far away…

for the very first time

everything seemed fine…

and then…

COVERT operation thwarted the nation

ALL for one big wakeup call of duty…

to protect the fields of dreams and screams

of booty and pirates galore on every shore

Pauly? Is now the time to rhyme…

in heaven?

Heard rumor that the tumor is gloomer

than the Baby Boomer whom WE all ignore…

(who evens the score?)

there is no equal… just the sequel to the novel idea

that Sophia means WISDOM and that CHAOS is WHITE

and ORDER is BLACK and now WE attack…?

Who are you? The Fight or The Run?

Get thee to the NUN-NERY…

filled with irony and smokes

any jokes? The Rage is Against the Machine

and the fence around Our SoulSiblings who must pay

the Grim Reaper today whether WE like it or not…

Badu… O’ how do YOU… suggest WE stop the mess…

without ORDER in the COURT when tennis is all about LOVE

and GAME… not the same… maybe Fat Nwigwe feels the DOVE

of peace? Or Whirled Peas… which is how this witch felt

about turning some into pelts of skin…

a reaction like Ms. Jackson was to Tyrone…

Sista, throw me a bone(!!!)

YOU are My SoulSibling in Browner…

I’m down… to put money where the pain…

in this brain… has no shame… life’s a game…

of forgive and forget and sin and regret tends to beget

violence within and that’s where EYE must begin…

the nerve… of ideals of yoga appeals…

there’s no turning back… face the attack

of the oncoming music like Coltrane…

insane in the membrane…

cocaine ate this brain as does meth and death

becomes WE every día de las solas mías

con fresca… it’s happening to WE… ass…

hats… the cats know that rats not good eating…

yet WE think they feeding when in fact they just cheating

playing hunger games with the bleeding

hearts known as WE comma the PEOPLE who

are leopards and do not change the spot or the stripe

of the tiger whose EYE is brown with a slit like

a third eye that needs a lens to see that if mama

ain’t happy with the drama then trauma

ensues for all yous zombies without clues

to forgiveness… one more year for this deer

in the headlights… how does the deer beg

for a leg of hope? Nope. Here comes the divide and

conquer that cannot subside as CHAOS gets ORDERED

around town like the clown to the left while

the joker sits on a pile of aces…

places, everyone… here comes the sun and the moon

no more room for riding the fence… hence the sense of oncoming doom…

last year without fear EYE walked thru the valley in pieces

and now is the only cow that is holy… the children who suffer

buffer the fluffer who happens to be WEaned off the ad

that claims to be sad when there is no ONE clad

in truth… is truth relative to family or can WE

love those who strike the cheek of the meek?

is it stronger or longer too long for the strong?

why can’t WE all get along? Badu… your song…

smatter the latter and then the batter is up

along with time like wine… our privilege is breath…

what to do with the meth that permeates the culture of fear

the ideals steal the miseducation of zeal

in Zion… met a Syrian… such a weary one…

no family… how can WE use the fire to make pure

the hearts of manure? safe word? is there one for the herd?

LET GO… is that one word? Heard.

Badu… that poster hasn’t come thru the distraction

of survival… the rival is within… Black Feet laugh at this beat…

the cloud is the EYE in the Macintosh Peter is still there…

unaware of this plan the ancestors demanded of WE…

royal of true blood believe the Harry Prince Oprah

Souper Soul Sunny Dazed and confused was told sore is bruised

flesh of the past and the blast of LOVE is the PRIZE PRESENT GIFT

of bias confirmed that determines the path of the righteous

who might just know the deal…

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Drugs. Music. Sex. Religion. IgboOracle. Hermeneutics. Indian/ Chinese/ Judahist/ Rastafari-infused Philosophies. ☠️ (Yes. I need an editor.)

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Drugs. Music. Sex. Religion. IgboOracle. Hermeneutics. Indian/ Chinese/ Judahist/ Rastafari-infused Philosophies. ☠️ (Yes. I need an editor.)