I speak my convictions ferociously...
While using word play I became articulate precociously,
Emotions spelled out, that's most of me-
Stripped down to the core...
I'm naked like we're supposed to be.
The drum I march too is the one in my chest,
That is the only medicine thwarting spiritual  unrest.
I aim only now to get all audiences affected,
Take wisdom straight to the brain...
Speak your Om's and stay connected.
Embody love and kindly refuse to be rejected-
Lies in the night by each new light are truth resurrected..
While people breathe and walk the streets shocked in silent trances,
Not grasping the reality of each life lived with no second chances..
So many cold in the dark alone in their memories,
Trapped behind closed doors and old dusty tapestries.
To crawl through their pasts over sticks, stones and ash,
I for one see the sun rather than the shadow that it casts.
Before we can heal we need to allow ourselves to feel...
Wake up every morning and decide what to make real.
Through the ruins together we must crawl.