My mind will freely release rhythms
Of inspiration minus any confusion,
Usually used to daily mountains
That endangered my peace of mind but
This is the piece of my mind
Where freedom takes place;
Running circles around late nights
Illuminated by street lights
That reflect a type of nostalgia
Only brought to life through pools of black ink.
Just thinking of the hands placed
Over this table where I digest food for thought alone,
A single hand that switches from canvas to canvas with
Waters cascading over and over until
Ink drains and fills up this ocean again.
Who Is Watching?
Who is listening?
Fatalities arise while living on the edge of success,
And Bible passages become guidelines to save one who vows not to transgress.
Few understand the writing on my wall,
Even fewer feel the vibrations of these words.
Still I can hear the audience in the background shouting
Vibe on, vibe on!