BEDTIME CONVERSATIONS

Skillz Tha Poet: sadness be a road,
then long i have walked,
sorrow to quench my thirst,
pain the cold to shield,
am i a fugitive of laughter?
is that pity in you i see,
a consolation in silence uttered?

Ngartia J Bryan: it's not pity fam,
but rather, concern.
for too long, you've been walking
trudging along roads of sadness.
never will pain shield your cold hide,
try laughter
and experience the miracle

Skillz Tha Poet: how can i try what i
have never known?
would you tell a cow to fly?
or a cock to try to bark?
and what miracle be,
when my teeth to the world a display make?
if joy be a pill then give me one,
if it be bitter shall i swallow?
i know concern,
a daughter of dead hope,
and crippled power,
tell me another,
and her father shall i you show,

Ngartia J Bryan: you admit your
disease
conscious not of it
you dare not risk
which results unluckyly,
to your omnipotent black cloud.
see, cows may not fly
a cock may bark not.
in real life
but they dream of it
as they sleep.
dare to dream bro
and see the grimacing nightmares
disappear

Skillz Tha Poet: then i shall dream,
if these tins won't let that water in,
for if a cow can,
and a cock in its tiny mind,
am i not smarter?
then let me drift away brother,
let me see happiness in imagination,
and if it be the drug for me,
then it shall,
and to dream forever i will,

Ngartia J Bryan: sense you see at last
now shed off that sad cloak
drift off to sleep
dream of happiness
and hang on to the feeling.
I hope he changed for good
for through this we've been
times countless before_
but it somehow happens
that the cow always gets smarter than him
and the cock, more brains.
then we get back to the drawing board
back to the sad dejected demeanor.