I drip through dimensions of thorough desires.
The darkness of the disturbed and tired gave way to this blazing fire,
the flames burned higher.
I swivel through sections of saturated similes,
styles pour out of me
because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
you can wear this shirt just to see
what this world has done to me,
Complicated meanings and undeserved beatings,
we're either tied to the floor or levitating towards the ceilings.
These poetic vibrations frequently wave through the waves of my soul,
The sound of my words to your ears
is equivalent to a half note
that is made whole.
I twist through the turmoil that has been placed on my tender heart,
Digging through trenches
trying to find where we failed from the start.
I'd like to travel back in time and rearrange our future,
I could unravel my spine just to rewind your mind,
I'll put it back together with a suture.
Do not confuse my dark with a saddened song,
because I have been fighting for so long to be strong.
It's like second nature
being no stranger to the anger
that they try to inflict within me.
I shield the shadows and walk with power,
one day I will stand on the king's tower hovering over me,
screaming "it was all a dream" so loud even Biggie would hear me
and feel the heat beneath our feet.
So how could you not feel me? How could you not hear me?
Maybe a moment of silence is what you need
to retrieve the message that's buried deep
in these dimensions of delicate speech.
- L.G.