The Untitled Blog

A never-ending cycle, forever caught in the snares of my mind
Thinking that which shall not endure holds true eternally
Mental semantics try to win me over everytime I think alone
As if at war with myself; no winners, only participants
Dialoguing with costumed apparitions perched upon my shoulders
Reaching to stretch the confines of convention, being fresh
Fresh to death, or finding death in being fresh, I don't know
Facing life's many ultimatums, do or don't, catch 22's abound
What paths to take, who to bring with me, how to avoid snares
Nobody's perfect, but if not, who is prepared to live life
How long must I be content with feeling around in the dark?
How long can I be someone's saving grace, who will be mine?
Who will fix that which I have FUBAR'ed with my harsh words
Dealing with those that find me and my presence annoying
Sure, she's an educated woman having a dumb moment, but why
Men who transport Hydra Shok's, hollow to their very core
How can I be the son of the Son and be the sun to my moon?
Enjoying strawberry confectionaries, the sun doesn't shine
My actions proving to be a ruse to those who believe in me
My potential in their eyes ruined by a woman's mention here
Blogging becoming a cess pool of self-incrimination, I guess
Dumping oil and acid on their velvet rose garden, but not so
I am an artist, an artist with a voice, an artist with a spirit
Spirit's spirit, with two albulums in my collective repertoire
Yes, albulums, Southern dialect let loose in this poem here
Breaking free from proper English, my hair is coming down
But wait, I have no hair to let down, let what I have fall
In pure humbleness, not humiliation, but out of being humble
The Andy Dufresne of New Shawshank, Louisiana, I will be free
Put that in your history books, write and interpret it, go on
Let it be known the many things I've said here and elsewhere
Not high, totally detoxified, of my own volition, writing
In some sort of social code, perhaps, maybe an open letter
Not trying to lose or confuse you, but something must be said
Age and solitude close in on me everytime I look upward
People I used to call "baby" now calling their babies 'baby'
Back in the days are behind us, what's done is done for good
Nothing left but to look onward to the future and smile
The days ahead are gonna be bright because of me, I think
For I am Sunshine, I am bright, I am vibrant and vivacious
I am life, I am positivity, I am a smile-magnet, aren't I?
Awwww, maybe I'm just going crazy, I'm sure some will think so
If it don't make sense to them, something's wrong with me
You didn't get it, maybe it wasn't put out for you to get
Overanalysis is a bitch ain't it? eat on this if you want
Like August on March, I am the Leo eating away at the cancer
In the place where eating is allowed, for the joy of the world
I don't mean to be blunt, James, but your 2-track is on point
I will never be with her, how you knew to sing of her, I dunno
But you got it right down to the name, I salute you
How in the world to you manage to blackout on a blog entry?
A standout like I soared 44 floors higher than One Shell Square
Black on white, who's gonna miss me there? can't avoid me
Wordaholics receiving my lip service in your precious Dreams
Emotions as pure as the single tear that soaks a suicide note
If I had the power to do whatever I wanted to right now
I would tell Marvin Gaye Let's Get It On a 6-track reversed
And record it in the Stax Records headquarters in 2 takes
And I'll master it in Dealy Plaza under the light of midnight
Because that's what all this is about anyway, right?
Rocks, Livestrong bracelets, lunar landings, geeks, and fam
All this other fluff and hub-bub, the mayhem, the music, etc.
I'm Penn, this is my partner Teller, and that's all BULLSHIT!

-B