CirculatinG

While young, we stood tall against each other
Without knowing we were mountains.

Now grown, we stand alone, though
Betraying surfaces like fountains.

Mounting finite time and space,
We turn into the earth again,

The way knowledge turns to wisdom,
Only to become unknown again.

J.T.

This poem is dedicated to every brother, friend and neighbor gone too soon from our communities.

School Us

School of hard knocks, they say
But name one that be soft, in L.A.

All these cops trying to press with your day,
In our city it’s the price that you pay,

But you’ll learn how to make it, okay
Yeah, you’ll learn how make your own way

To be true in this city so blue,
And still be you during,
Each of its hues.

J.T.