The brush hits the surface
Like the needle hits the groove
The bristles sweep and move
Beautiful and perfect with each and every stroke
My conscious broke
As I awoke
And stumbled back into an artless society
These mindless drones scream of bigotry
While artists dream of symmetry
The writer dreams of poetry
And the poets dream of eternity
Eternity is just a glance past reality
Really, I just love to play
And dance amongst the stars
Far beyond the reach of heaven
I’m spitting philosophies in the form of a line
Whose time is past that of any man
Sound vibrates as speak
What’s told to me through weak communication
Conversations start with no more than a spark of intellect
Intellectually speaking
All it takes is the etch of a pencil
The scratch of a pen
Pens scratch black of blue
Their colors fading through
The words leak and spill
And leave a chill on conformity's spine
As it tries to find its next victim
We are all victim to the monstrosity
That is society
But I trip on self-doubt
And ask what it is all about
Answering back in my own inquire
I change my tone to inspire
The lack of faith in one's self
Is no more than packing emotions above the highest shelf
Above where longing fingers that are bruised and blistered
Cannot grasp the joy of free expression
With expressing the blessing of my father
My feet righten and my hopes brighten
I speak the words from my brain
From which forth they came
The lead from my pencil is used to stencil
What my mind tells
And as it spells the words into form
The sentence screams don’t conform
I scream don’t conform
My heart screams don’t conform
My soul is exploding
And with each eruption
I feel the sense of seduction
As it tickles my emotions
I can’t control them
I won’t control them
It would not make no sense
It would be against
All that I have shared
We’ve been spared the chance
To view more than just a glance
Beyond the point of normality
Normally you would say
Hey I’d rather stay
And be shelved away
Above where longing fingers can’t find me
I say be who you want to be
And if that’s what you choose to be
Let it be
Only you hold the key
To unlock your mind
With that we find the mind can reach behind stars
Repair the scars that have been placed
Upon the burden of our heavy shoulders
This emotion is like a heavy boulder
Placed in my path, blocking the road to enlightenment
I feel I’ve been placed here to enlighten men
I scribble philosophies so that thorn-covered frowns
May be turned into spiritual bliss
Not implying I’m being religious
But souls are searching
And mine has found poetry
Though spitting rambles into amble winds
That carries sound above ground and below
I see emotion sent through the devotion of sound
My heart flutters as I realize
Good or bad
I am a poet
My hands have grasped that joy of free expression
Blown the dust off
And used it with enjoyment
I place the needle on the groove
And with my headphones on
Slip into a poet’s eternity
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