Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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'

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