Poetry In The Raw

ill hold still my pen and speak again
talk of god and the lions den
come again come see me
in the clouds singing it loud saying it proud
cuz im done trying to write
done trying to write this kind of shit down
there is only the right here right now
and i know that we could own it
we take this assault rework and grace it
so ima drop my pen and speak again
in the moment shed my clothes and maybe then
I will stand purely poised with rhymes bent the words I meant
as every time i step behind the mic i am a druid transcending
every time i slit the stric nine line of this poison kite
fire ant tired blind pirate mind i am befriending
straight through the clouds
second star to the right and straight on til morning
not a single doubt for we are the answers to all the questions
suspended shot straight through twelve thousand and one directions
one hundred thousand injections
one for every mile of blood runnin' through me
point three for every life that has touched me
and one hundred percent for every fleck
of light that has reached through the
shadows plucked my chest open and
sung lessons into my soul that taught
me how to kick start my heart again
jump far and imprint my mark again
revert and born from to combat the dirt again
fight along side my sly smirk again
and let me kick start it's romping heart again
let me in and I'll be friends with me myself and I again
high again I be somewhere where I can't seem to stop again
so I paint a reality for myself of
a somewhere where I can start again
a new present moment
a true immediate experience
a new silence
we are backed by spirits
a bending of what's with us
understanding love honesty
some new connotations
for when you hear
the word victory
satya / truth
sate hitam satyam / the path

and what else is there?
I'm spinning a good yarn
and thus far the tapestry's coming along

I'm singing that bright song and yet ironically
it ain't got no words

still I hope ya heard everything I said
from way over by the crash of the curb
to the slashing of the mosh
the ever loving heat of the pit
to every comfort you found in bed
every sound in every phone in every tone in every head
the message / it remains the same
all ways in it's fullest colors never smothered or too bled

the conflicts for the most part they don't stick
they wash away while their residue sustains
the positivity like silence and chemistry a new mix
softened hues like my sober intoxicated new view
I found a new drink that offers proper cause
to my new bruised and opened eye moves
those not in the know pass off
as a case of public drunkenness

but if love is illicit
then I think I'm just the bandit you're looking for
if it is unlawful to be high as a mother fucker
off my wordless passion I have for every brother
sun shine and moon light and all of creation
then I will gladly don the chains
and steel collar that the fearful have fashioned
and I will wear them 'til the last rising dawn
shake my split end tresses in time with the last note
of the last song the last words spoke / they carry on

desolate but not famished
my love remains but the body has vanished
the chains clamber to the ground / silent
my love speaks loudly / maintains resonance
the atoms never split stronger than the bomb
more resilient than the end
the apocalypse of my bright song

so what else is there?
my silence is proof
my body
not just external
my passion is eternal
as I reach my reply
my love is a fractal