30

Turning 30

A tunnel of bereft darkness transcends ,
with trains on tracks that swerve off course ,
30 years , 30 nights , 30 hours,
Of course , proves futile when time doesn't exist .

opulence is potent with opportunities laden in a path
of sun-kissed wishes, rose tinted dreams
ink in skin , on the page and upon note,
beats of hip hop laden with C.R.E.A.M
a hope of catharsis and creative release,
A staggers of cocktails and 3am UFC.

Dreadlocks don't cause deadlock ,
they pick up the sight and make a deadshot,
A bullet pierces the white collar , the blue collar and dog collar,
Exploding in a mass of vibrant colour ,
which embeds into the skin and the canvas around.
The dog escapes its chains , the bird from cage ,
The man from his office,
Who leaves without a sound , to pursue the soul ,
the journey to which he's bound .