A poem begot of tequila.
Challenged at times
Find the right state of mind
to recline and simply soak in divine
contemplation
the escalation is getting drastic
a spastic frame, entrances the same
as the sarcastic be it complex or plain
simple as pain, I dream soliliquies and remedies
thoughtful enemies are friends to me
never intentionally
I feel powerful
something great is in my fate
I've escaped the negativity
only to face this place
this place.. what is it
tailored and fitted
as if it was for it I existed
submitted grace and hate
replaced hate with a change of pace
found love bound by disgrace
I chase more than longful dreams
It seems the world crashes often
and words sound better when screamed
Lean with me, check the side, the profile
I arrived without arrival, a loyal desciple
lacking namesake and title
an average, a running of the mill
a distilled soul, trapped within skill
still I black out, losing words and time
my mind loses itself, only to find
that grime can be beautiful
useful, designed lyrical
break the about face, and stay spiritual
here we go.. again, my friend
are you ready, can you take it?
I worry for you. Not for me.
I'll be alright as long as it stays we
with glee I scream towards the sun
chasing that fun,
like a bullet seeking it's gun
it all blasts off at some point
I'll anoint myself, sure as wealth
I've found it
I'm grounded firmly in faith
wait, break that, but words can't be taken back
so with facts I move forward
along with my strange raps
I contract disease, spread it among you
what have I done too deserve being run through
nothing, simply because it hasn't happened
the mind is a tricky place
you can't catch me without passion
I'm seeking solace
I'm the unpolished stone amongst the roses
the breaker of growth, the taker of hope
at the same time
I give you what you love most
who am I?
These are questions we both ask,
both present and past
future is fact
I appreciate how you challenge my path
can you see it?
see it like me? see the harrowed upbringing
that's made a man out of plea's?
sorrow is a powerful thing
not as strong as it wishes
I long and I sing
my songs can be vicious
time is a sickness,
a parasite, as rare as life
take a look.....
at the might of the universe
my perverse sense of knowledge
steadily gains girth
with mirth I scream unto you
what do you want? What do you need?
how can I feed this hunger
which seems to never sleep?
I can't, but I will
does THAT make sense?
yes in essence.