Wednesday, April 7, 2010
withered

Appreciation and gratitude
are hard to keep short
It might take a lifetime
to give thanks for support
The angels in my world that
that keep me alive
Consistently come though
Not just nine to five
As I am arriving
to darkness in space
I will rest assured
I am put in my place
Quickly but carefully
They'll make sure I'm grounded
And hold up that mirror
When I am confounded.
Its fun and its easy
to fly up like a kite
But make sure your string
Is held onto with might.
the rhythm of my soul can vary,
depends upon the note you carry,
come to me with inspiration,
and i'll provide my compensation,
i'll show you all my bags of tricks,
and keep you all up in the mix,
don't question authenticity,
just serious mutiplicity,
what you'll question in my eyes,
i, myself can not surmise,
just ride it like a wave and see,
my spirit when its feeling free,
there's never any ill pretense,
nor mechanisms of defense,
just a masquerade i play,
when life is fading into gray,
all my pain I will assuage,
by dreaming up a little stage,
and when i'm in my finest hour,
my spirit blooms just like a flower,
My rhymes are here to celebrate,
and rid my head of harsh debate.