So many colors in natural suppose as I relish in the fact I am as wind blows

never been a soul as tumultuous as so, with that being said, I grow

as the emotional slow down in sands of time I see now

that my focus is deafened to the a flow of my sound

but I persist wearing my crown and fighting the good fights

hustling through travesties, I will get the flow right.

Saw a homeless child today made think of things

his dreams may never be, is life what it seems?

To God we give power, to heaven we wish to reach

happiness we all want, but do we know how to breach

this circle of faithful beginnings the mind aims to leech

off of to feel something fulfilling in times of grief.

Bon appetite upon deceit or the truth lying beneath

the sand glassed over expecting the fruit tree

rightfully I am chi manifested beyond me

times eternity squared the elements of alchemy.

Yet none of this means a thing, so I think at times

as my rhyme pantomime entertains my blind eye

rambling nouns and tumbling verbs upon lines

force entry into my mind till it stands as I.

Contrite I am not in matters of my heart

mind, body, and soul, my ink blot holds a lot

my soliloquy scares the life of me, I need a spark

yet the dirt and soot may set ablaze my landmark

Damn! I could really use a moment of art

set apart from the quilted blanket of dark

so warm in its subplots and deceptive arks

like my Moorish wind was torched in soliloquy talks.