The Ark
By: Cry
Here, in the ark...
I'm appeasin' the swell, my rhymes speak for themselves..
droppin' two-toned wording for five people to dwell
and the sky's equal to hell, a lie can be truth
you say there's no one here, but behind me there's two!
unlikely, but proof.. that we aren't what we seem
we take that food for thought, 'cause we are what we eat
partially weak, and yet strong in the same sense
writing stories and poems that are polished by plagiarists
honest, I'm made for this.. I wouldn't change a thing
saying nothing about no one that they wouldn't say to me
too good to remain discrete, I'm in love with the words
my prom date was the coolest 'cause clutching's a verb
her touching returned (with a simile aching to bust)
our tounges were holding tight like embracing a hug!
awaiting the flood, which requires no hesitation
dumping concepts in a boat without desire for destination
the crew for hire? we're levitatin'.. suggestive to get up
writers writing for power? go'n spit from ya head once...
invision, respect/love... put it all in the same crew
start releasing an anchor so you can haul it away, too
makin' faults of blockades, BOOM! earthquake on the Ark
if anything else, write "her" place in ya heart...
burn pages and start from the ideas of THOSE pages
crash into your work, the Ark has NO haven!
no fragrance, 'cause it only smells as you'd imagine
only goes as far down as you felt that you can fathom
you've fell into a passage.. so no rhyme can stop the deep
not one misplaced word is gonn'a feet you off your sweep..
if we're talkin' doctors, no needle drops the beat..
and if there's no intelligence, we're no equals on the speech
ya just feeble, lost and beat... all you got is to read
so what my Ark has to offer is what you've gotten from me.
"The Ark is all I have. Each memory and thought
flowing through a sea of talent and creativity.
Where they come from? There's no shore...
...
and the floods never stop."
I'll probably write about it when they do though.