mind blown

mind blown, she came through and reeked havoc like a cyclone

Five in the morn, time warped, this is my poem

I wrote it in my head one drive home, 

You're a tired soul, what now though have your eyes shown

 Where in me did you find glow, between dull

My spine grows like eye sores on rivals, I'm guess I'm home

I wana unlock you like a pass code on my iPhone, little cyclone

I asked if I was dreaming, because though seeing is believing

My mind is often deceived, while writing definitions for being

But for one evening, one brief moment, it's fleeting

Like the pain from a bee sting, I see things

So strange how it's weaving,  like tree leaves

A spiral of scenery revealed to me in a breeze, at ease

Was it the alcohol consumption corrupting the function

Or just production of a previously conceived deduction

mind blown, this cyclone got me wondering

Was that the surface emerging or is there something under it

I'm asunder from lovers come to pillage and plunder my village

The cost of the spillage makes me wonder if anyone profited

I'm a pro, prolific with proverbs so wicked, I've observed words so vivid

They told a story first without entering a sentence, no mimic

Home grown cynic, flow with it, no damn could impede the mission

No stamp or seal of approval needed, I see the future, It's bleeding

Call me sky net, help me terminate any trace of human this evening

We all just consuming and breeding, bruising and retreating

I'm used to feeling useless now I use it to find meaning

Call me the king of conundrum, chewing up these suckers like dum dum's

Half man half wizard, like mud bloods, unsung song got you undone, wrong

Just unwound, found the fun runs like tears from dissecting on-ions

The fear that your' projecting at loved ones, comes from the same place

The stars and the sun from son, So run forest run, until your' reaching a meadow

Or stream, a desert, a mountainous valley or something in-between

And when you return form your journey, I'll pick you up like a gurney

In the hopes that your fire is hot enough that it burns me

I'm a masochist, pain navigated on map quest, that fresh, trip planned

Yoga mat and a back pack, never look back until I hit sand

I'm one-fifth man, four-fifths fortunate forklift foremen, 

Operator of the program of omens for foreplay

From Pueblo to Foco, from Ward to Ordway

I come healthy in your face, super soaker full sorbet

This is not a poem, just a dedication to cyclones

twisters and hurricanes, blizzards in different time zones

I've dropped flows in different area codes, they spawned a harem of hoes

Tearing their clothes off, I teach new tricks to old dogs

Old tricks to new breeds, me and you are like two seeds

We can grow separately, but until the axe comes, you will always stand next to me