Tween the valleys

Either, Or

Gave my best lunge and foot forward,
Turned around and grew up vertically-
light speed,
they turn around and say,
"That you"??
Flirted with the reconcile,
holding a grudge,
tossin' it back-
Giving you power,
is not the thing to do-
Kickball games consisting of my name,
and air swings of fist fights,
only connections would've made it official-
A dusted room of jazz tunes-
Sit lonely while feelin' blue-
a cry of a note,
the tear of its sound-
muddles through-
the pitch black eerie that gave me company-
Because, well,
Your well only spawns so far-
From what you know,
and what you don't like,
and what you haven't tried,
that you'd might gravitate too-
A walk in the rain,
puddles of my footstep,
giving direction to my counselor session-
On the way I dream of a night's sleep-
Waking to lands of honey,
and milk too-
I'd wake to the smell of soy,
and twisted juice,
the way of the world,
in the paper news-
I'd scalpel your silhouette from my tank,
use it as driving fuel-
To run up on the place where,
people say I could never spawn,
then forgive-
Because I need the slam bang of the grudge
to put me through-
Butterflies,
I'd ingest them,
and let them run rampant-
Stomach free from the acidic gastrics,
I wanna know how to feel-
Shoot someone of my familiar real,
let her know I'm not out make damage,
but that I have nothing to lose in the love game-
I just wanna talk-
About the world,
where its going,
and what's to think of it now-
Grow up a lil' more,
maybe shed these tats' from my body
like snake skin-
Maybe instead of going' for the high note,
to tone it down,
and leave the authenticity to the stars that created it-
Maybe,
I would've gotten first-
Tell my pops its ok-
You ain't gotta be the man all the time,
even when you can't-
Keep it real,
and hope will just float-
I'd walk out the church,
and say I wasn't ready,
I was just doing the right thing-
Like spike lee,
Lets cozy under a comfort set,
and have a 40 acres and a mule marathon-
Something where
a bunch of colored folk isn't swearing and gun waving
their way around the dialogue,
portrayin' wild mammals-
Drink wine with me,
instead of spirits-
twirl it to your gums,
and appreciate the growth from the earth-
Let it be where it goes from here-
Let me work my dead end job-
Let me aspire to a goal,
where then its open,
for the movement-
Let me remain a man,
struggle with my growth,
while redeeming myself and my loved
for my mistakes-
Let me carry you to my back,
while I'm susceptible to wounds on the way-
No gifts,
whips,
expensive jewels-
Just a plate of food,
from you,
and the hands that chopped and layered-
I can appreciate more-
This breeze
was refreshing
while damaging,
alone,
next to you.

Author's Note

Ramblings- I don't aim for perfection, only release.