Fundamental Purity

 Words flow at all costs
Hand to paper

No time to process thoughts
Stanzas form in my dome
Faster then astronomical light shows

Lyrical buds grow
My introspect the seed
my ink the hoe

Can I

Show you?

No....I can't

So close to my reason
So far from touch
Do you see my soul?
Or do I only radiate lust?

Ill let my pen talk
Because sometimes my mouth walks
More runs,
Nah...sprints
With the spirit of Zeus' triton
Spitting out lightning
Like I spit my flows

I try not to let this one know
The effect of the vibe
The space that occupies my mind
But reality slaps me in the face
On a daily
Emotional changes
My zodiac is flipping
As my balance rocks my scale
A hearts hail
draws me subconciously deeper

Afraid I may grow weaker
I tell myself possible lies
To loosen my ties

For fact is, I can never be good enough
Too much damage has been done
And I'm withered like a willow
Weeping intramural
Schooled on a constant basis
Quietly reading books
On my solitary cognitive oasis

I have a seed planted in my brain
Growing from a jaded vine
Tantalizing my soil
To try and produce a healthy life
Refine my canny intellect
into an irrepressible wine

And as I unwind,
My pen will sleep in a
Fundamental state of purity
For the time being
I am alone
I am complete.