En Route to Damascus
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My mother asked if I was on the phone When I was speaking earlier aloud in room alone I told her, "No Mama, I'm talking to an old advisor" Revolution started, ink was zealous sympathizer Dive to kill my vices in molasses On each sweet stroke Fear whispers to its kaiser Believe I was always meant to fall off the ass En route to Damascus I walked to crossroads And a blind man gave direction He said, "Beware the vampires" And heart would aid detection "Some will suck your time And, some will target funds" And, others could be deemed so For their absence of reflection Stepfather remarked That dogs throughout my hometown Howl in harmony when I am on a track and I sing Uttered I no comeback Stoop too far, you'll drop your crown Couldn't let a jester control Emotions of a king Asking One aim with which I am my pen tasking Discography, becoming the body of my philosophy Is a goal, for me When I see another sage in a quote Want to see myself in the footnote Not so to gloat Rather I don't want to digress If I could allude to myself Could say more, speaking less Hone Faculties that make my art quite hard to clone Path's shown The pits of truth where light hasn't shone And seats of ruth as rigid as stone Despite the current The sea I tread in won't my future sins atone Favor Rarely manifested by my teachers Along with students, deemed my curiosity, a tactic Ponder Often all the times I was outspoken In lieu of understanding, saw I only faces frantic Many equate perfection to symmetry and achieve neither Chasing symmetry to cemetery crooked mindset Hone, how to navigate asymmetry and truth decipher To stay triumphant even while by failure beset Creatures in the forest howl when they can smell devotion Albeit I do hear the growls I'm not afraid to frolic Pinching nose does not detract from power of the potion Just from savoring the flavor of the prophylactic Ken the difference Between didn't And couldn't And when you tell a story Do not frame me in the latter Afore you ask The storms I've sailed are another matter All you need to know is I could thrive in any weather Blessed, with a fertile circumstance All was not appealing But it offered me the chance To grow without a ceiling But do not think a second My calloused hands are in any less prepared For my fecund field's tilling Product of ethereal backing meeting unyielding vigor I'm result of matrimony between nature and nurture And my kingdom's not from scratch But I'm proud, not ashamed Privileged to focus longer on how to reign I, represent the dream that Martin Luther King did Prophesy over Lincoln memorial green Bid, upon me in the stable Afore my hooves hit the racetrack Dividends are gleaned from every stanza quill has painted Each intimate moment I grasp, is haunted by the past Gentle touches stalked by memories of former trespass Still enjoy the thought my present vista I would find Without the flesh and blood I've lost along the climb But alas, grander the light, greater the shadow cast Patent that pain and path are tightly intertwined Peace and strife, character foils, in tale life Agony and destiny at same table dine It's important to be conscious Field degeneracy is luscious How we quell ennui and lust define us Biggest fan of me, is I If you'd my eyes Every one of my lyrics would be Met with a gasp or a sigh Challenged my guilt When I kenned the extent In spite of ego's protest Of my sinful fallibility If warmed, by a lexical quilt And child of verse you invent I attest You are a poet, veritably Poetry is only dead for eyes covered by blinders And ears plugged, by the rhetoric From constitutive excluders And other gatekeepers Who glean malevolent glee From being authors Of narrative that poetry is for select few Or that its marriage with music is brand new From lura comes lurikos, basis for lyrical Lyre and lyric are thus, inextricable From chants of a choir To chants around ancestral campfires Each desert and mire Bards reciting epics to the sound of a lute And commercial jingles, made, so to patrons recruit Poetry arouses emotion, establishes memory And its presence is ubiquitous Thus discussion is moot Though, knowing timeless precedent On work sheds a different light One feels different on the stage In the limelight Or as sage Writing runes by the candlelight Every era, merely a verse, on the page we write
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