Sabe El Amin

[sral]

posted at: UrbanProwlers


"make me a bird." (2011)


Some unfinished shit I threw together for a verse...



Sometimes I walk the earth and the thought occurs,
things aren't all they were,
and I'll invert,
being thoughtful is an awful curse,
the author works,
callings, and talk in verse,
...with a fear of falling and my metacarpals building walls of words,
I songsing for the killing of mockingbirds,
the wrongdealings of god fearing philosophers,
and all we've learned,
a common cure for the odd feeling of dodging the worst,
and longing for the small things,
that were already yours,
how far will we search?
What started as a casual stroll grew beyond,
they told me move on,
I've walking tabacco road for too long,
a half a whole with a blackened soul like DuBois,
raps being wrote to a backbeat of old Nat King Cole and Lou Rawls,
I'm torn between war and peace and more important things,
I still can't see the forrest for the trees,
or the door to leave,
I'm short on sleep,
or at least, the more it seems,
I lean forward towards the dream of normalcy,
I'm forfeiting my former being,
(Miles in Wonderland)
one man band, I'm a thinkbox,
warclad with a thorax and no evenings off,
trying to understand the format of Rorshach ink blots,
to see God in the short scratches of Pete Rock...
a three-feet-long cord attached to deep thoughts,
horns, hats, and a beatdrop,
I swore I'd be back from the beanstalk
to beat the odds in the fourth act,
so this is for all the doormats, sleepercars,
torn maps,
poor dads and short staffed single moms who reach for stars with bleeding hearts...