Take Me Home
Thick Newport smoke filters through every pore of my universe
Choking every verse spoken and coughing they burst
From my mind where they birthed through my mouth till it hurts
Cause my vocals are burned by the heat
Spilling forth from the womb that is thought
Though its god is the Word of the sea springing up
Giving form to the soul and the features of such
That have flown through the blood pumping beat
Take me home for I die and never could see
How the firefly mimics the soul and I keep
On hoping to find what was hidden in deep
Like dreams in my sleep like heathens that speak
The word of a lord that has never been seen
Only heard from above by people who seek
To uncover that Word from which all things received
To believe and to keep in their hearts till they cease
To breathe and to be and to see and to grieve
To live and to love and to lust for these things
That cannot be explained or obtained through the means
That are used to obtain material gains
Lessons of night only heard in the dark
When the stars are as fruit that hang from the top
And the tree be the black and expansive and not
Of the Earth but its roots rest deep in our minds
Watered by time it grows and expands
Covers the land of the unbroken man
That are whispered by gods and witnessed as lives
Living and past and driven to pass
Through the limits they crash and eventually fly
Cause the limits that lie in each of our paths
Are the reasons we soar with the thought spoken rhyme
And we be the black and expressive with art
And we be the day of the night in our hearts
Lay the light of the fire the sun and the start
The spark of the flame that burns throughout time
Its the spirit unbroken unending and lost
The original fire Prometheus brought
The story of us and of every mans hope
To endure until galaxies name us with fame
Of a light unshaded untamed and the part
That explains whence we came where we go read the chart
And you’ll find that destined is greatness for us
That wrestling with fate in the end yields results
That hesitant faces delay the impulse
To go forth and explore what your vision has wrought
What prisoners sought in the dark on the pulse
Of the morn when nothing exists but their ghosts
Of the corpse of a thought that has died on this page
That lies in this grave blood dripping as ink
Life fluids are spilled in the margins of pain
Lay dying and crying and sadly ashamed
For home never found is extinction of think
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