While I'm Rapping

Things happen while I'm rapping, soul tapping
Worry our whole lives on things that never happen
Wound in a ball of yarn steady unwrapping
And when the end is reached that's the story played backwards

Rather take flight than take action
Lend a loan of time to self proclaimed mavericks, what's lacking?
An emptiness that's too opaque to fathom
An openness that's free of sarcasm

Just asking..
Where is man who yields his own lantern?
And fixates his word with a passion?
Steady do these fables rise, in my mind and through these eyes
Intermixed with joys and sighs, heavy cuts and lullaby

This moment free of all disguise, a crochet and a pattern
A symbol nor a standard, nor mathematicians average
Just me.. speaking out and willing to receive
I see the moment that we grieve is the moment we reprieve

Recover.. than pass the knowledge back to one another
Open up the dusted book just to rediscover
An archive of all wonder, the thunder of the summer
The fall of fortresses, and life's steady metamorphosis

You see...Things happen while I'm rapping, soul tapping
Cast a net into pools of thought, just to release what I'm catching
Strive again to strike a chord, to realize what I'm lacking
In the end the words are just a fraction

Method to Cope

Just one of those days that nothing starts my way
Sat staring into decay, a whole life on replay
Makes me smirk that I look like I jerk
When I speak,think or feel all the things that don't work

And everything apart from sunshine looks superficial
The cloudy skies, the shallow eyes, the lows and highs we live through
There's no fire in my belly, air in my lungs, earth 'neath my feet
Steady pacing off beat on blacktop and concrete

Calculate odds, risk, gains, expectation
Without a clue to what I was facing
Now I'm flagrant at the process of aging
Much like the smile of a mother whose beauty is fading

And yeah I've been fighting when my senses are heightened
Towards a stance and a state of esteem that's enlightened
But voices back me like "why are you writing?"
"what do you live for? why get excited?"

A familiar black whole positioned inward towards soul
Just like summer construction it be blocking the roads
To grow, to sew, something sweet as a cherry
Leaving the mean and unsavory to seem nessacary

Now there's work to be done, better leave it at that
Shoot I'll be tending the garden somewhere far off the map
Got a problem with that? mellow down have a smoke
And may we all find a method to cope..