INTERNAL DISARMAMENT (POEM)

INTERNAL DISARMAMENT

DL says/not talkin’ Hughley,
Talkin’ Dalai Lama/now that’s some real chewy\we all got this thing
From a negative cell……that’s called our brain/name it Internal Disarmament
For me, the news heaven-sent
Scraped off on my cranium cement/

Told me you can do something good
That’s coming from a bad ‘hood
And do it out of anger or another
Dark feeling that can smother
Every sight in your binoculars
High decibel mono-culture and
Mono lens/you drive away friends
Draw the haters to you/means and ends/ all scrambled it’s
Stubbing your toe on weeds brambled\

Message comes over the fire drill
Sound system/get yo act together
Says, “Enemy at hand!,” like PTSD/
Got to align yo inner and outer
Self and get ready to “T”
Off the ball at the first “T”
Just forget ‘bout me/you see/
Because in my denial I’m trying to not see the memory that brought
On this inner attack, just keep comin’ back/doing the same ole thing
I always done, so I ain’t aware
Of the big noise scare for the need
For Internal Disarmament
So go plant the seed

© Christopher Bear Beam, M.A. August, 2009