THE VOICE...

The voice that is me
threatens to gather proverbs
of conflicting wit
my tongue is caught
in a character battle
begging for deliverance
-ritual of bloody enamel

O! But like the night owl
picking crumbs of hoots
from the vast table of the night
with eyes that defy soft lids
i've found my self roaming blurry paths
veering into dense under-growths
digging tubbers of verses

i've seen vanity
i've seen insanity
i've seen wisdom
i've seen victory
i've seen brotheliness
i've seen BLOOD
I've seen it all
i've seen nothing
i'm but a lad yearning to stand
hoping to fly
seeing through my eyes
wondering if you exist

brother, my greed is complicated;
While my crown yearns for crystals
-for vanity
my sanity throws questions at silence
and my heart beats
for change
for hope
for love
for optimism
for humanity...