drinking wine

I can recite the greatest words of him and memorize thy form of light.
 I know the smell of hate by heart.
 I have brought tears that ran down heart fire escapes of my soul.
 My memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks.
I've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes.
Why waiting for a hearing.
Shadows have been my home as I stand in the night and am blinded with days light, false light.
As wind and breeze applauded by heat rays rubbed my face.
Watching simple language as it was observed caged thought, called it intellect.
And motherfuckers think these are metaphors, shit
I speak what I have seen.
All words and worlds are just metaphors of me.
 My life was authored by him, Footprints written in this soil.
Novell human toil, and yes, the soil speaks highly of me.
Now, maybe I'm too serious, No..... a little to little to matter.
Though I'm riddled with the reason for this life.
This body of laughter is it with me or at me?
 Hue more or less though gender's mute.
And the punch line has this lifeline at its root.
 I'm a star this life's the suburbs, I commute.
The Minister of information wrote the wrong proclamation.
Tuba's lips were swollen beyond recognition.
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like yellow rice-ball
I'm a star this life's the suburbs, I commute.
Lol joking motherfuckers, shit you think I'm crazy lol shit I think you crazy.
Hell, I want a big flat-screen TV, a big house, and awards back to back too.
But oh guess no for I refuse to sell my soul.
Being a witness of the coming tumultuous army of bastards, beggars, madmen and idiots, witches and harlots, dancers and lunatics, singers and sinners, losers and lovers, students and teachers, poets and priests.
Orbiting the realms of the ordinary through the ordinances of those ordained by the beast.
Walk, walk no need to run for the plate is ready.
As they long to feast on this that's our children, love-laden life lanterns casting shadows that shepherd the flocks.
Stop!!! Stop!!! Stop!!!
You know a motherfucker really didn't catch that.
 Kneeled on both knees loaded down and hammered with there bullshit.
Chest ties and hooked to institutionalize our own seeds in the web lines.
Raise to hail their gods why reject yours at face value.
Throwing away the pen and pad and simply being my poem.
Standing amongst the crowd and having the strength to hold my own.
 Navigating beyond the treachery of self-despair.
Dancing at funerals and grieve when true love shows it face.
I'm standing on the corner of Wow
Objects of desire and I'll repute
Maybe its the angel of my eye a bit too fly to substitute.
All slavery ever did is free me
All anyone ever do is an example
All power is as the collective energy
To abuse, the privilege is to sell to soul
That is to rent with the illusion of owning
If you misunderstand this you're dead and deserve your demise
Your dominion is your overthrow
The controllers are controlled
 A generation of generators
A power source and supply
Old as anything
Old as everything
Secular and divine
All is as it should be
Ancient and luminous of the before, before and the hereafter
Hovering above while giving the appearance of scurrying below
Education is the only thing given that cannot be taken
Correction there is no correct when wrapped in fear.
Motherfucker told me 'nigga I wish u would correct or even try to raise them, bastard, nigga I will beat n caged ur as n if they step out of line I'm still gone cage your ass now take a 90 day period to think.
Before one more nigga like you come along
As an alternative, we will be
Confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with lab-made weed, in hopes
Of helping niggas see beyond their reality.
K-2, Mr.Happy, Spice, fuck it you name it.'
I was like "Well Damn"