First Draft

Somebody close that door I can't afford to let a draft in
I'm running head first in a headwind-and here we go again
Balance, thank God for the challenge
First go, but still far from rehearsal
I've been here before I'm certain, except this time it's in person
Course carved out in cursive
No comp in these verses, my art is immersive
I talk with a purpose, on purpose, and it's all perfect in time
The breeze blew and the wind chimed in
A seed was sown and it proved to be a diamond in the rough
And that's how we rose, cause we were tired of shining-in the cut

And I'm jumping out the dirt in my cleanest shirt
Seen this in reverse, first I feast then I eat dessert
Everything's in order of the most high
I traveled to the coastlines and closed my eyes and still kept an open eye
Focused like the ocean tides, their moving with precision
I'm pacing with a patient stride, I'm posed to go the distance
The soul mission, was passed down and form fitted
I felt at home wearing it cause the cloth was inherited
I'm posted at the pyramids, recording over ley lines
108 mala beads, the pendants made of almandine
Don't write, I just channel mine
The light from the candle shine
It's blowing in the wind singing hymns like Diana died
The flows fully sanitized, It's cleaner than the whistle
That the ref called the travel with for moving with no dribble
I mean, the plane didn't hit the ground, we refueled in mid air
And the trees couldn't make a sound with no witness when they fell
The tipping of the scale was weighted by a strong intention
The words were scribed and verified when tearing across dimensions
Fearful thoughts were senseless, I left them in their trenches
And tonified defenses, all praise to my penmanship
The load was heavy but never labeled it a burden
I just bought a bigger whip and made room for my bigger purposes
Plural, Michelangelo murals
Tatted on my temple architecture wasn't accidental
Drafted with a pencil drawing upgrades to my blueprint
Dancing with potential making synchronistic movements
Just giving you my two cents, my nuance was a nuisance
No prints in the sand I'm with angels flying unison
Can't send that uber in, park it by the gate
I'm mindful of intruders and respectful of my space
Decedent of a sage but today I'm burning palo santo
Trudon candles burn forever over marble mantles
It's hard to handle but the challenge was accepted
Cause the thought of giving up was one I naturally rejected
The master of the present, well gifted, unscripted
You'd think this was perfected but I'm only running scrimmages
Worried about their images too focused on their teams
But I'm used to running isos I'm not looking for a screen
I'm a product of the wind, often heard and rarely seen
Most importantly it's felt - I welcome you to shoot the breeze
It's controlled

I had to take the roof off just to see how the wind blows
No need to wipe the fog from my windows, its clear and crystal-lized
My plans rise like crescendos
And the sound I provides instrumental, no pun intendo
I know the end goal but not thirsty for its completion
Cause my hungers in the journey and that finish lines misleading
With every rhyme there's reason, and lyrics rise in sequence
My bigger eye's all seeing just give it time you'll all see it
Albeit a long road, I'm well prepped for all seasons
And the crops that I sowed stalks rose in agreement
I see roses in the cement, and long expired stars
The gold encrusted thesis put the diamonds in my bars