tap tap tap go the keys
that’s just what a brother needs
an affirmation of self and a release
of internal pressures so he can breathe
spiral stair banister and pole
viral peers passing on the cold
exchanging ideas that disregard the code
ethically bankrupt totally devoid of soul
feigned warmth is worse
than spitting a flaming curse
on the day of your enemy’s birth
at least you tell him what you think he’s worth
swept under the rug
foul feelings proceed to rub
till you feel you need to scrub
your mind like the ring in the tub
surrounded by such you succumb
to your own interior bum
shake them off so you can become
the player who’s already won
true causes not based on illusions
disdain altruism that’s based on intrusions
into spiritual realms on which hinges inclusion
starve or accept this religious infusion
judge not begrudge not
i got we both got
rise up and don’t stop
Errol Percival Jr.
Settled in to battle wind
and all other elements.
Test and win…
No cattle trends.
Ban all thoughts of fitting in.
I’ve faded far.
Still embracing art
as step, but not path…
I will not hastily label self.
I will always cause a pause to ponder
but not pause to ponder…
I’ll proffer help…
Instantaneous… change in us,
when times seem perilous.
And when are they not?
At any point the ball could drop,
despite how sturdy the grip.
Perhaps that’s just it.
makes things fall apart.
The slightest dart can pierce the biggest heart.
Such is it with all.
The hasty climber fears a fall.
So, to get it over with quick,
one way or another, he expeditiously flits
over what he should tentatively tip…
Seen on numerous occasions…
Exposited by grandmas that said,
“Haste makes waste.”
So one must take time and make time.
Proceed, and make ones pace relate time
to subject, not master.
If indeed one finds that one should move faster,
be conscious… Do not get lost in the doing
Be there always, in the now.
Be not what time is consuming.
Do not become its food… or its fool.
Errol Percival Jr.