This is me.
Broken by the trusting of black-hearted commissions.
The decision has become my economic submission.
I’m a fish on dry land.
The donkey chasing the carrot.
Grasping for a needle in a wet haystack.
My intuition gone.
Replaced by the brace of the handheld drone called my phone.
Leading down alleys and doors.
Made to look even more deplorable.
I scrub at the dirt of my oppressive force.
Hoping it won’t keep me consistently sore.
I’d like to say I’d rather be poor.
But look at my bank account and your eyes will see the red score.
I’m not poor, I’m broke.
Everyone makes me the bunt of their jokes.
Carlton has had the opportunity to observe and live in various lifestyles. These places influenced the core of what made up his value system. Throughout all of the experiences, he began to understand that everyone has a story to tell regardless of their socio-economic, religious, racial, sexual, historically based beliefs, etc. Carlton wants to enrich the world with artistic forms of expression from the mind, body, and soul of an experience. You can see more of his work on his blog