In a Sea we are lost:
Passion between indexes
While ruffling feathers
Of un-observed hustlers
Listening to iconic music
Reverberating into the night.
Tag: hustler
Push Me (day 1151)
Push me.
Push twilight hours into dark corners
That swim amongst nevermore, nevermore.
Push my symbols into vertical black lines
Twisting about blurred vision scapes.
Push elephant hoof raindrops
Deep within my exposed and crackling skin.
Push out spring bloom’s beauty
Like a healthy garden explodes.
And if the camping hustlers deny
Engulfing catalytic tremors,
Then I shall be forced with all my might
To push my crows to vigor.
Hustlers Jive (day 1140)
Don’t pack your innocence
Into the regiments;
Hardened and unity
No time for humility.
An army on the move,
An island in the sky,
Never ending drive
This is the hustlers jive.