Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
First Place
Gems in my soul
And diamonds in
My eyes.
A fistful of serious
And a life of surprise.
Hands shaking with
Bravery, my sanctity
Cleared. I spit
Out my point,
I hope that it seared.
I masticate my thoughts
And m-sturbate my
Will in hopes that
I still can give
You a chill.
I watched as your
Eyes swallowed me
In wonder.
I watched as your
Words soared,
Asking me to ponder.
You poured your
Sweat and your style
Upon my worried brow.
And I swear,
I was high.
It was too much to swallow.
And when your words
Lit a trail,
I will follow,
And when you say
There is power
In written form,
I will swear you
Are the bringer of storms,
And when you say
Respect, I will
Expect beauty in
The flawed, I'll
Suspect perfection to
Mean confusion, I
Will detect
That the truth has
Landed and lies
Have perished and
Little eggs of
Spontaneous pride will
Have been laid
In my heart, a fire
Will tear apart
The black, the blood, the scars
And the sad and the mad
Will now smile.
In their shoes I'll walk miles
Until born in me
A variety of insanity
Known as love.
And as soon as I
Can see myself as
Normal, formal and
With clout,
I will knock myself
Out and go back
To my tangled roots
So covered in soot
And dirtied
With ideals moot; I will
Go back and
Relearn, go back and
Re-earn my way
Back home,
I will roam,
My way I will find,
I will rewind,
Rescind and smile
Because I was not so f**ked in the
First Place.
March 20, 2008
And diamonds in
My eyes.
A fistful of serious
And a life of surprise.
Hands shaking with
Bravery, my sanctity
Cleared. I spit
Out my point,
I hope that it seared.
I masticate my thoughts
And m-sturbate my
Will in hopes that
I still can give
You a chill.
I watched as your
Eyes swallowed me
In wonder.
I watched as your
Words soared,
Asking me to ponder.
You poured your
Sweat and your style
Upon my worried brow.
And I swear,
I was high.
It was too much to swallow.
And when your words
Lit a trail,
I will follow,
And when you say
There is power
In written form,
I will swear you
Are the bringer of storms,
And when you say
Respect, I will
Expect beauty in
The flawed, I'll
Suspect perfection to
Mean confusion, I
Will detect
That the truth has
Landed and lies
Have perished and
Little eggs of
Spontaneous pride will
Have been laid
In my heart, a fire
Will tear apart
The black, the blood, the scars
And the sad and the mad
Will now smile.
In their shoes I'll walk miles
Until born in me
A variety of insanity
Known as love.
And as soon as I
Can see myself as
Normal, formal and
With clout,
I will knock myself
Out and go back
To my tangled roots
So covered in soot
And dirtied
With ideals moot; I will
Go back and
Relearn, go back and
Re-earn my way
Back home,
I will roam,
My way I will find,
I will rewind,
Rescind and smile
Because I was not so f**ked in the
First Place.
March 20, 2008
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