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Drifting between dreamland and realism, as I lay awake
…craving concepts fit for - literate lips to articulate
Song forms that shift spirits; words can deflate or lift
It’s as if God blessed Us rich; never forsake your gift
Heart attached to a pen, my bloodstreams thru the stem
…Forming vibrant vowels & consonants
shaping prose laden with poetical substance
Mental conscience grows applying entire science
…I arise, standing on shoulders of giants
Truly graphic vision, masterminding raw inscription
crafty convicts in prison enter rhyming for escapism
Rebellious rhythm unleashed, each scribe to his scroll
manifold scripts hit the globe seeping vibes thru its soul
Fixed deep in a mould engrossed as the intro is closed
Words can equal teardrops
streaming
down
the page
The heart hungers, yet hides
dreaming
love
its way
This world is wide, everybody’s mind ticks different
some of us are pro predatory; otherwise its victim
The clock hands hasten forth to a fatalistic era
…while the majority live within systematic terror
We’ve been whisperers & listeners of nasty predictions
I’ve seen jailbirds set-free, & the free imprisoned
Nothing in life is gratis; everything is a business
spirit’s scared shitless, witch crafting stuns the witless
I witness anguish & languish of this ancient language
Overt with words, observe proverbs till nerves grow sic
I try getting a grip; yet keep passing it off as postscript
Derelict dreams resurface arousing my brainwaves
riding this life cycle; ending up in the same place…
Where the pain aches, & all lame mistakes cost dearly
I’m merely mortal in the flesh; my time is a lost theory
Most clearly - I pen the prose & oppose a xenophobe
…evil genes grow tenfold
....................intending to explode & end the globe
Words can be like arrows
slashing
through
the flesh
The mouth opens, then shoots
cursing
with
each breath
Truth burns the astute learn, others laugh at mistakes
while many toasted love songs, I floated anguish & hate
Quite psycho once attitude sunk wit no more shit to lose
I abhor fucking queues, Neva meta whore I didn’t use
My viewpoints gouge pupils, new skills are even to come
broken teeth bleeding gums utilizing freedom of tongue
Close to mastery… disclosing deftly woven tapestries
those of artistry played major parts marking history
Willy Lynch & his Klan cant slap me with a writing ban
son of a sonnet… parables’ pulsating my typing hand
Open mind-state, rays radiate verse within emotion
spoken therapy…; I’ll liberate this hidden emulsion
Born once in a blue moon beneath the sizzling stars
Scholars develop semantics scribbling dazzling bars
These words can stir greatness
lifting
souls
up high
The mind works miracles
blessing
those
in sight