Reflection Motivational Poem
Dry phone
Home alone
Migraine keepin me out my zone
Only things keepin me sane are saxophone tones
Only things that make sense in this world that I roam
A mad nomad destination unknown
Just horizons outlining the rock we live on
No clue what to do so I gotta keep going
Native to this land yet I feel foreign
Same language spoken but it’s like my words have different definitnions
Not to mention the symphonies cooking in my mind’s kitchen
Making Chef Ramsey quality meals with a hint of Franz Litz and
A dash of Hayden so bite in
It’ll take a while to get past the tang
Or maybe my taste is simply strange
All depending on what the buds tell my brain
Buds that bring bud don’t have much to say
Yet there is peace in this empty space
No words to contradict the face
No one trying to win a race that the gun didn’t even go off for
I’m told to want more
But all the physical has to offer are empty promises and locked doors.
I want the keys to the kingdom
So the see of my semen can coast towards Eden’s shore
But why build a ship when no one gives a shit about the survival of the spirit?
Getting fit don’t fix ya bitch switch
I feel like Noah in a sense; waiting to wait the storm out
… on clouds to disperse so I can let the warm out
…. With phrases raising temps my soul will sweat ya cold out
Abundant is the water of wisdom I pour out
But for now…
I’ll just bide my time as my tortured mind creates lines in spaces of different kinds
… of a different measure
Pitching pitches to my paper beyond clever until I feel better
(2019)