Lover of the Light

Like a moth I am
A lover of the nocturnal night
A voyager to valleys bright
A ravishing beauty is my delight

I journey through-out the elements
The thick and beneficial
With carefully selected colors
I paint using my easel

Sometimes I trust the weasel
Sometimes I search in people
During the Hard times
Poke and prod perchance
For pins and needles

Yes it is so intimate
So wondrous to see
A lover of the light
That delights in light like me

Dad

Lots on my mind, so can I recline?

I don't mean to whine or to spoil the time

I'm just a bit bruised by the things that you prove

Walking around as though nothing is true

Wearing a crown as if nothing is loose

When I enter the field I'll be lacing my boots

Can I rest my eyes? for the way is long

And the ground is firm, which I walk upon

Theres a sudden song, and a patient poem

It's alright with me, surely I'll be going

Surely I'll move on, surely you will too

Sorry it took so long, lord will see me through

It's a common tale, told again again

Brought into awareness by the passing wind

Underwater Library

Excite the populous, even the Andromedans

For those of you who populate, I'm speaking of the aliens

While airwaves grow, increasingly crowded

The plane over the Philippines was finally spotted

The passengers turned into ghosts

After crossing salted coasts

Should've took the longer route...

Floated eastbound on a boat

Though violent seas might shake the cabinets Rearrange a persons stature

And the journals that were wrote?

Fall into the ocean backwards Memoirs and soliloquies, fading into history And all the pages full of quotes, Pens upheld with proper strokes, Horrid tales & Anecdotes, Going down like the grandest hoax

Rise up from the ocean depth
Streams of unknown polygraphs
Written with apologies
Brought to me like books to read

Yes I understand your plight
Coming from the darkest night
Praying that you equalize
Poems upon the countryside

What's really Important

What's really important, the manor or fortress?
The pleasures of flesh and the girls that are gorgeous?
I ask myself, and though tantalized by imagery, my hearthstone must crest, unraveling mystery
A long pause and a sigh, for memories of misery, a crusade of calamity that moments have given me
Now I write as a composer retracing his history through dancing piano keys rendering symphonies

What's really important to me?
Is it the bill? The skill? The red and blue pill?
The proposal of truth and an increase in will?
I suppose that this prose somewhat tickles me
Though my mind is appeased my soul aims for symmetry
That can be found in the feelings of home
Adrift in this sea I allow my mind to roam
And stumble upon something I've long forgot
Due to touching and receiving a jolt that's too hot

My emotional memory, the clearance of clarity
My friends and my family & being that harbors us
Not merely the home but the feeling of belonging
Not simply the day but the hour of it's dawning

There in lies so much to be felt without touch
And be drawn into dream with awareness
Though my mind survives I've no doubt in due time
It will fall by the wayside as my heart makes it's strides
Just to vision the lives, makes me break down and cry
That are changed by a word or a gesture of eye
All the faces that I can harbor in this heart
Pathways and poets with patience in art

Damn.. it really gets me
I love where it takes me
And if love must do so
Allow it to break me
Shatter my pieces amongst a bright shore
So a passer discovers a mystery once more

Just allow me to lead a life with this heart
Even if struck with pain as sharp as a dart
I just want to breed this language of love
Even if a word doesn't seem like enough
Let me be present in my heart
Cause that's what's important
To love and to feel and to live... all important

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..

Testimonial

testimonial, love in the air and the spirits chaperonial
A brilliant man leaves the bust stop to backpack home
Cheerleaders in a field steady call lead him on
Though he walks a new road he sings the same song

It's dangerous and treacherous they don't want to see him leave
But he had to.. gets the feeling they don't want to see him breath
And it hurts so bad to unveil and see
Those same sets of eyes don't want to see him succeed


See what this man aims for a  preposition to be
A believer an achiever of his wildest dreams
Ignite.. flames of passion with a regular match stick
Leave drapes to fashion, the mouses to mavericks

Being special aint a thing, what will a new day bring
Many sights to see, keeping good company
By the side of a stream; accompanied by sun's gleam

As the river flows
He widdles away at prose
Knowing himself no longer victim
To it's undertow

And you too can grow
To pursue your being
Just because your all knowing
Doesn't make you all seeing

In this scene serene, you can call it life
And if it don't answer, go ahead and call it twice
Destructive design or a paradise
Try taking a leap go head and roll the dice