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