Im launching oratorical ordnances in inordinate proportions
To coheres lyrical contortion that can crack the façade distortion
Because this unnaturally abhorrent paper chase for fortune seems frivolous
Fortunately Im not deluded by the mental abortion
Ive got consciousness coursings through my constitution
That causes me to be loosing confusion through verbal restitution
Im musing for rhetorical remedies a plenty
Evidently, heaven sent me to be free
Im not claiming to have written the mission statement that has the monopoly on morality
But the magnitude of majestic creation
For too long, has been seeking validation
See, inequity and apathy conferred
And left us with dreams deferred
Telling us to Wait and See
That, eventually, things will be right with humanity
But, they were talking in code
Caught us in a strangle hold, till our bodies were dead and cold
Tying a weight to our ankles, and throwing us into the sea
A sea of self-deficiency and mental poverty
Wherein the chance of escape from cell block C, cerebral
Required submission to the model T assembly line efficiency
Now, weve got crack fiend dependency
On misinformation
Were waiting for a savior to break us out of this prison
Someone to christen ears that will listen
But, nobody on the outside ever made someone on the inside break their own shackles
No, were feeding ourselves to the rabble
Coming unraveled
Leaving bones rattled over conference tables
Having problems with decision making, while our world shakes unstable
Weve bought into a half-assed work ethic
And if our work is a reflection of ourselves,
Then I dont want to be half-assed reflection of a person
Subverted from truth and intelligence
Allowing the propagation of prejudice, ignorance, and worst of all, irreverence
Because if we dont care, then what does it matter?
That we waste grey matter on matters of game
Running through our brain
Like, I can cop bling
Like, I can make the birds sing
Like, I can do anything, just ask me Im the greatest
But, all the while, the fakest
Hiding behind egos, to never show our face
Or true colors to our sisters and brothers
Since, its too hard to show our pain to one another
Too scared to face a cold world
So, our personalities unfurl
It was poorly wrapped to begin with.
Unknowingly forcing our insecurities onto other people
In a vain attempt to find security
But, assured are we
As human beings being in a state of being
That if we speak loud enough, are words will be heard
On the inside.
Inside of each of us
The weight each of us is ponderous
So, I ponder us
Words and I, and our long road to salvation
Thats why poetry and stories are important to our growth
Without them we will overshoot enlightenment and forgot the principal tenements that had been prevalent on the laps of our momma during story time
Before crimes against humanity had everything to do in a spoken rhyme
The road to become a whole-hearted person is mapped out in a childrens book
Aesop had fables, and Hansel and Grettle left a trail
But, when we try to recollect the bread crumbs to the lesson, no avail
So truth is hidden behind a veil, while most people fail to realize
They can not progress, with the real eyes that they do not possess.
So, Im trying to undress the text in order to know it more intimately.
While Im searching for synchronicity when I ask my friends in the vicinity
Are you feeling me?
Because truth be told, our stories are old, but somewhere along the way
When we were speaking our stories; they were bought and sold.
Then, embellished to the point they no longer carried weight
And suddenly the world became fake, an imposter in place
Creating problems like gender, race, and sexual identity.
So Im trying to be like the tale spinners, days old
Before convictions could be bought and sold
And, where hands hold bodies heart to heart.
Where we all had a loving start, at home
See, Im trying best to reminisce to a time
Before pain ran off with my innocence
Now my inner sense has the struggle
The world is leaving its mark on me
But I have poetry
opening up the door to communication
In order to alleviate my own self-deprivation, and gain the sensation of elation
Standing upon the highest elevation with a birds eye view from shore to shore
Because, words are freeing us by asking for love through understanding, nothing more.
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