Experience awaits, innocence reigns
Youthful expression envelopes our days
Whimsical wants determine direction
Ignorant ears are unsympathetic
Experience enters, innocence greets desire
Grown man’s greed versus needs of a child
Grown men find what children are waiting for
Only to find growing old is worth waiting for
Only to sigh and know death – life’s birthright
Lonely last breaths pray to wake up to daylight
We call on the hope that no evil will shake us
Recall mistakes that we hope will not break us
Through land or by fire, Earthly arms take us
Bodies recycle; souls rise and vacate “us”
But man’s measuring hands keep doing their thing
Justly killing time; it’s just not for me
What moves me though is poetics in motion
It would be ludacris for me to cold shoulder the notion
Knowing word of mouf is the most able means of promotion
I put my mouth where the mic is and wear my emotions
On tattooed sleeves, while ink bleeds and guns are reloaded
Indifferent red liquid spills and overflows oceans
Gods weep upon seeing Earth’s red tears below them
Angels await those, who too soon will know them
Mathematics at work here dividing words into quotients
Mix flavors like doc pep and drink up the potion
When I change from Jekyll I can’t Hyde the implosion
Igniting inside and exposing devotion
To decipher and deliver delectable knowledge
Won’t you help me to eat these sweet intellectual doughnuts?
C.R.E.A.M. filled centers for battle-scarred shoguns
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Battle-scarred slogans uncover sly motives
Bust open vaults with artful explosion
Won’t you help me to sing like a buffalo soldier?
Redemption rhymes softly heal like a lotion
Smoothing and curing, soothing sounds like the ocean
Freeing of stress and the woeful commotion
Of changing lanes at a fast pace
In this race of the rodents
Still, I won’t fuss or fight – just forgive and forget
Accepting all errors I haven’t made yet
So that each night I may sleep in my freshly made bed
And wake up each day with clean slate and keen head
Innocence exits, enjoyment exists
In the triumphant beat of the child within
Virtue leaves us with a glimpse of the past
Inhibitions eclipse the future’s bright path
Enlightenment looms, imagination runs wild
Old man’s tired eyes try the mind of a child
Old men find what children are waiting for
Only to find that sleep is worth waiting for
- MIC THA POET
