Happy New Year ! ! !
Been BUSY in the lab writting new songs, creating new music, writting new poetry and handling the usual music biz details ! I'm back this time around with my newest poem I wrote a few weeks ago . I thought it would be cool to start off this year with the second version of a poem I wrote a few years ago. It's a poem describing my current state of mind . I wrote this very fast and furiously in the middle of the day, like the mad man I am . I ended up writing it in 3 small acts, which I've never done. But that's how it came out of me that day. Kinda shocked myself when it came out that way. But my mind is very complex, so I guess it was needed to describe how I was feeling at that moment . Well until my next post , Enjoy ! !
Mid Day Question ( My State of Mind Part 2)
By: D-Natural
ACT I
Feel me in my friend
What type of mood should I be in ?
It should be a good mood right ?
That is, should it be ?
While in my mind, clowns laugh uncontrollably
How can it be ?
On such a beautiful day
I'm alive, someone must have prayed
Cuz last night I misbehaved
And this morning continues the rave
wayyyy down, deep in my batcave
where my thoughts make me my own slave !
Oh Behave
Austin Powers
Outside I look fine, but inside my soul's tattered
I know I'm not ugly, but I still make the mirror shatter
Shards of glass scrape my conscious
Whats all the science behind this madness ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Or Can it be ?
My mind is blossoming beautifully
However, old habits die hard
Perhaps that's why I get cut by the glass shards
Fools walking around thinking they hard
Walk in my shoes, and if you can, you will be my rockstar
Time amazes me with it's illusion
It flirts with me, by showing me benefits of my wisdom
The very nature of my fighting stance
Allows me to defeat any foe that wants to dance
But yet I remain
Trapped in the middle of the day
Confused with my blues
Can't play a song, if the instruments out of tune
I am a baffled buffoon
But don't judge me dude
The Now has yielded me
New chances of mortality
Every breath gets thee
Closer to being wealthy
But is it riches I seek ?
Maybe I have them already
In my mind where clowns laugh uncontrollably
ACT II
My soul is my horse to ride
I'll create a beautiful life in each stride
Though current reality confuses my paradise
My lush life awaits me when the time is right
But yet, time is after all a trick
My day doesn't have to be like this !
Wake up every morning to drown in my own abyss
I admit, I am intrigued by the extacy of the Devil's kiss
How guilty must I feel to embrace the slightest of it
But I was born a warrior for this battle
And I love dancing to the music of the serpent's rattle
Riddle
Why do all the question continue to come, when I know the answers ? ? ? ? ?
ACT III
I sometimes seek guidance
Speaking in tongues through my pen as I write it
Inside the are all the bad urges, no matter how hard I try to fight it
Can't give in to all the sensation
The reward must be in my resilience
Can you detect my pain in all this ?
Can you read the confusion I feel, as I write this ?
Do you think God will still allow me mercy, but without the pity ?
Why must I feel this way ?
To have so many question in the middle of the day
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