Cosmological Shadowboxin'

poems like these ain’t real

'less they shine like a chromed out platinum wheel

sun roof open when i roll in my car

so i can drive and look at the exploding stars

white dwarf or red giant it ain’t burnin’ me

because my comfort zone is wider than eternity

in the club brothers givin’ me pounds

but they don’t understand the agenda is Now

progression is steady like the dreads be lockin’

and i’m cosmologically shadowboxin’

i speak softer than the rain

and as long as i’m a poet imma train

to just listen

to the wisdom of the trees

sweet rustling of leaves

my mental jet skis ride waves of reality

hoppin’ on foam, playin’ with gravity

but i hold on to the muse when i got her

same moon reflected in every pool of water

i bounce a shine off the liquid for fun

i’m quick as a gun

but i am no sun

the twinkle in your ear caught the way my words gleam

cleaning the mirror every day for a high beam

of is it an illusion

cause god is a verb and its deeper than institution

live for the infinite, forget all else

but maybe i’m gettin’ too ahead of myself

first grow wings for arms

or become a wide river mighty and strong

or just quiet down all thought

the cosmos has a rhythm and that beat don’t stop

so how you gonna tell me if a tree hits the ground

that it don’t make a sound

never mattered

if no one hears

its breakin’ up the solitude

and chasin’ the fears

because silence is a weapon

and the sound must rise to the heavens

diggin’ deeper roots for the fruits i grow

and there is an edge, this must i know

but i’m done chasin’ yesterday with scorn

cause now i see that emptiness is form

and every form is empty

livin’ in my nappy now

till i always see everything

collectin’ on taxes is wastin’ my time

i’m hoppin’ synapses of universal mind

stackin’ up ladders cause my rise ain’t stoppin’

till the day i’m erased into shadows

and forgotten


cosmological shadowboxin'