Every person, everybody Is blossoming And they don’t even see it
A touch of humanity Illuminated specifically to us individuals With our talk, and tone The vibrations of creativity sends Shocks to mine and yours core Where it is pumped out to be recognized
Some take it to the head Down low is where I go— To my center of gravity
And I don’t even understand The longevity of each situation I feel And now I could bring it home Like homework To mom But it’s in the re-action That time and place. You can’t relive A veil of construction Handed to you and ripped away all In the single second of an instant. Give it a taste Of new juice Never drank With no intention of anyone Ever trying it
You don’t need a pen to make something permanent
You’re jumping the clouds of personality Diving into that select few Which sparks your colour To intertwine with theirs And rope around the world As they go about the business we all feel That Isn’t there
But you cut all ties And what’s in your cup Tea leaves Nothing but future
And roads to fall on and get hurt Pain
We all know this sting Whether it be a bee Or an entire hive Or a leg, A vital *****, Planted in another after One has passed Giving rise To the artificial cycle of life Some have chosen
Choice
People make this plural but its singular and constant Through eyes and words Definitely intent
But still we stamp hard Our signature self On the walls of our boxed planet And maybe We’re breaking free
Are we the same?
I scratched the paper too hard And ****** up a part Of an art I have no idea how to form
This is my process, I heal and die in each bang or light tap I present, So far, To no one.