dance with my angel by the pale moon light 4/21/03
As I dance with my angel
by the pale moon light,
thoughts drift pass my sight;
viewing dreams that one day
will become achieved,
perceived portraits of melodious
proportions, properly distributed
amongst the young, honorable, and
undisputed, though the enemy is
always out to get some retribution
for all the L's they continue consuming,
when they approach the zone where my
aura resides all their plots and plans
comprised are swiftly compromised and tossed aside,
check the stride of a poet's ink
as the words form inside my brain
formulating journeys of a revolutionary's
mindstate;
A-K's and AR15's loaded,
tired of watching youths getting their
backs exploded, when I first saw it,
I didn't fathom I would one day expose it;
now I write sonnets even though in
high school teachers claimed I needed hooked
on phonics;
once I showed them that I had the wisdom to
know the ledge, their mouths, they had to close them;
like a pirate I marks my spot with and X to see,
and for the mentally blind I print it in braille
so everyone that crosses my path will know
my tales of how I traveled to different lands,
read books in Sudan, home of the African man,
and chucked spears at wild deers to feed my peers;