As these hours penetrate into days
and these days disintegrate into weeks
my thoughts migrate
to foreign estates
where dreams are deferred
and nightmares are referred
as isolated goals
caught in the trap
of refrigerated coal
slowly maturing into precious gems
with vision beyond sight
guiding my neurotic flight
amongst cosmic stars
traveling north
following our forefather's path
without underground railroads.
Seeking the hidden truth,
gathering knowledge from the streets and books
listening to meaningless hooks
intrigued by the melody of the drum,
catapulting nonsense to platinum.
So as a poet I attempt to remain real
writing words in bars
drinking coronas
trying to forget the cause
of my physical and mental scars.
As a youth studied herbal wars
praying that I wouldn't resort
to green females to heal
my deep rooted wounds,
but
as I've grown I find
that the herbals help keep me calm
when my palms begin to perspire,
even though I know there's another solution
to soothe my foundations pollution.
I feel caught with no possible escape.
So I reach to the ALL HIGH
aiming to defeat my inner beast,
which is a constant battle,
waging war never giving up
on the path I've chosen,
So as a young man I continue to struggle,
knowing one day amongst this perilous journey
I will achieve
what my predestined fate has ordained for my life long odyssey.
Is it wisdom and fame?
Is it only relentless strife and Pain?
or
Is it eternal life without a soul-mate
for me to one day classify
as my heavenly sent Queen?