All Roads Lead Home

This page has opened up
So much for me
Depths of despair to its parities
Assembly of a medley
Who can even imagine
Steppin' up on a pavement
Only to settle for fairy tales
I want it gritty,real,no black tint
Lush with feelings
Man I wanna be rushing
Like my endgame is kneeling
At the altar with the Lord
Swift with the keyboard,I mean
Not necessary for me to be sweatin'
Huffin' and puffin'
I want it,when I be there
To be in my element,Not elevated
Through external orchestratin'
But rather elegant like the
Silvery mane on a horse

Please don't associate me with
The stench of the gravy
Served over the weekend
I know there's gas leaks
Through my drawers
Bubbles trapped by the facade
Of a shellac — A wood varnish
But as of late I don't pray not to be
Demonic but rather to be rendered
As an overall polished refinement
Of my Vinyl days,Come back
To make a better impression
Than where you last left off with
Robert Downey did it
Mahatma Gandhi with it
My main man Kevin got it
On his status

Break it open like a can of paint
And let the colors spray abstract
Across all space and time
All written forms deciphered by
The new wave of kids
As pointers to the frontier (Next)
That's why my pen ink bleed
Diffusin' through my pad and sheets
The seep gives birth to a scene
I similarly dreamt of
Synchronicities that spin off
Centrifugal forces Of when I saw it on a
Wheel of a bicycle
We all buy it like it's the
Evening icicle From a motorist
Making his evening rounds

My role is not to submit a staged view
It's integrity: To call it as it is
— I'm changing by the degrees
Who else to rely on to call me out
If not my purportedly biased ass
That's why I stretch out my neck
Like an ostrich
Trying to find uncut gems
In a solid dimension
But feel like when I got em'
I'm falling through a loophole
Surreal,Italian nuovo
Staring at the front end of a revolver
But knowing I'll stop that bullet
Like I hold my cigarette