Folklore - Spoke Word Poetry

Placing my hands upon life
Inching in hourglass times
My shine rectifies so I can breath

The glib Sisyphus actions
Seduced backed by mirages
Keeps my heart pumping with lack of truth

The macabre folklore
Brings my people the bellicosity
For us to thrive

Be told truth or lie
The seductive phantasmagoria
Offers chutzpah

Grim mundane tunnels we see
Hiding what cannot be stripped
We return back to our sanction shells

In every moment in time
We are found in hideaways
We conjure up the most in ourselves