I almost don’t want to go to sleep—
I keep dreaming of things that I can control;
Like ushering out what I can’t, and
Finally letting go.
Through the falling rain my mind drifts to the show….
As if somehow I’ve been there before;
It’s as if I already know.
Familiarity with making a feast from famine,
I examine how each color in the rainbow individually glows—
And just bow my head,
Hoping my devout dedication has taken hold,
Because after all…
I’m simply a man;
Simply more than that, I am my own;
Owing taxes and death,
But not a thing to any other man—
Eventually.
Until then, processing poignant prose, I expose what nobody knows,
Simplistically thru the open veins of a pen.
So that we know why we’re all here;
Again and again.
And with that said, I open my eyes and…
Raise my head.
Triumph.
Jealousy is the most sincere form of flattery, you ain't know? That's why you GIVE haters tickets to the front rows of ya shows....and let them catch the drift from the spit, blow by blow as they continue to hate from below. A note to one of my homies....an "O.G." scribe, if you will.... Peoples g.
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