Where do my thoughts go when they leave my mind at night?
Where do they hide when my spirit declines
and I fall behind
at a lost for words
just lost in time?
Do these desperate images depicted
of a higher quality of living
prohibit my desire to really live them?
Do these lights mean enough?
I fair well from the dock alone
commissioned to fill a static void
just the sum of depleting systems…
I use to dream about my chance
to prove just how open the top really is
when you decode the bull shit
you see this world for what it be like
I want us to be bright.
So to the girl hoping to be a blessing
let your art be your expression
and share with love each lesson
continue to represent
and do right
by planting the seed
into each dream
that’s a true life weapon.
To the person looking to impact the youth
always spill truth
cause we must nourish at the root
and onward through that concrete
the red rose grew.
Dom S. Flagg 2016