sometimes at our spiritual door
we hear a bell ring or a knock, knock, KNOCK
then we synchronize our universal WATCH
with the slow, syncopated rhythm
of the second hand's tic TOC
when Healing Poets' metaphysical anchor DROP
to deliver poetic elixir to the ill,
electrical describes their SHOCK
because sinful hearts are as hard as ROCKS.
this is why we begin from within
by focusing on internal building BLOCKS
step one: we break the illness down
within the melodic parameters
of a smooth, rhythmic BEAT
step two: we regenerate necessary fibers by adding
our very own tasty, but not too SWEET,
lyrical TREAT
Healing Poets meditate
among the birds and the TREES
our work creeps closer to completion
when the faithless begin to BELIEVE.
and this is why we work 24 hours a day,
double-time on Halloween
and New Year's EVE
Healing Poets step to the metaphysical microphone
to melt subconscious shackles
upon righteous WRISTS.
we are Almighty God's People,
we must control the fire from our tongue,
which comes out of the mouth,
through the LIPS.
the air we breathe represent life,
our most precious GIFT.
Healing Poets are no longer the subject of FOLKLORE
the rhythm of the drum will guide the misled
and the deceived. there will be no MORE
sneaking around the corner,
in search for illegal drugs,
trying to cop a SCORE
knock, knock, knock!
don't be afraid to answer,
Healing Poets are at the DOOR