Eb and Flow

See my rhythms and poems
Have no motion no flow

Sometimes they Eb
But even that happens real slow

The motion is there
I Just don’t wanna let it go

If I add it you’d know
That I cared to grow

And learn, discern
I won’t say anymore

Except for this

I took a piece of bliss
Put it in my back pocket
Sat down and smashed it
Took it out then I dropped it

My language saw me
Decided I should stop it
So I brushed it off
Told everyone that I lost it

Truth is that I crossed it
Didn’t earn the ability
Says who? Says Me.
So I took and I tossed it

Whats left
I don’t know
No language

Sometime I Eb

But even that happens slow

Warm tones of sound and light
Illuminate what they call  plight
Fantasies of men wrapped in suits in flight
Nightmares of suits who profit from the fight

Illusions now
They fight somehow
Sweat above the brow
Illusions now

There’s an uncertainty in the shadows hanging over me
There’s a masterpiece in the failed attempts ahead of me
But will I get there before I die?
No support…that is gone to my dismay
So who is there…if in the ground my body lay
Who is there when I achieve
The Masterpiece ahead me
Ultimately it's not me

When i lose all hope
i pick up your wooden gloss
and i make you understand
and the sound of your understanding
it makes me relax
the soft vibrations ringing in my ear
telling me it's ok to fear
the sound of your strings
it helps me to feel
it helps me to decipher
what feelings are real
i just kneel and cry and strum
and you understand
i wanna be done
so you ease my heart
and clear my mind
and you let me play you
as i cry
you don't push me away
you always talk back
and the sound of your talking
it makes me relax