Expression of the words
The words to express
Come in their own time
to use the last word
On the second line
That word time
Is a contradiction
Because time does not exist
Its a creation of man
All a continuum happening
Simultaneously at will
There is no past present future
They simply do not exist
In this natural realm
Which is of the earth mist
Everything has its own path
Ordained exactly and precisely
At the right given moment
The way it is meant to be
Were it is meant to be
In the right place
Creation creator god
Made it that way.
Poems of being
The day light breaks
And a soul comes to
As the gold rays flow
Through transparent glass windows
With in dawns vespers
The rise of adam
Its the pain of knowing
truths reality on the reel
That all things are
and always meant to be
words come from else where
In this fair way guide
on the day of the sun
And the day of the moon
Were we go next we reside
As we scribe the text
Realm of here and now
In the poems of being
Taking Spiritual steps
in the inner temple.
A writers thought
Back smoking again
After about nine long years
Leave it to midnight to light up
And roll up a tobacco cigarette
Its chasing the buzz
Lookin for the next hit
A writers crutch really
Some people write best
When they light up
I seen the best of em
Smoke like troopers
I ask were does that figure
Of speech come from
Soldiers in battle wanted to relax
Because of a constant threat
And anxiety of getting killed in action
It’s the greatest love story
A real fatal attraction
Smoking to pass the days by
With in the eye of the hurricane
Which makes one blind at the sight
Of what has been just released
Just to light another one up
At the greatest showdown
The world has ever seen.
Words that reflect i
I am a painter a poet
A writer a creator
But i am who i am
I am not god
I am just i am
At the a.m dawn the light comes
I write with deep inner insight
With the force of lightning rods
And then a little while later
I express it to the world
When i get negative feedback
It may hurt my pride
For just a moment at least
And then i shake it of like dusk
I do not let it effect the out come
I mainly write these words
That express my emotions so
The same as painting drawing and clay
I connect letters together
That form words that make a pattern
On a page of all the sentences
Which could look like a row
Of sky scrapers on its side
Words that reflect i.Thinkin Bey
No comments:
Post a Comment