Take the Dolla out of Wealth
The Insane Prophet
Take the dolla out of wealth
my thoughts paint the letters in the blood i was reborn
sworn to the words suffering if nothings better but I blossom in the time of war
I’ve tasted the wounds but I am the thorn
i see myself pondering the way my withering brain walks a thought
I just didn’t know what I was for
stumbling onto this passage
just a phase in this chapter
Fear my mind the demon inside
listen to echoes infected with and induced with laughter
Waiting for my closed casket
opening the binds of his book of rhymes
what you can see is not as clear as it would seem
out of mind i am as the shadow till i illuminate the night
under the same moon of changing eras
though it changes faces im up there with it lit
just to feel it will never be the same
It must have something to do with fate
all this time i was seeing through the shade till a grey cloud blocks the sun and we all feel the same
fledgeling on the ends of the last stitch
it's not that eazy for me to break
the world pulling me in to the depths of something so formless i take form
sometimes i think i'm losing sight of hope
other times i think i'm leveled out
just to get weighed down,
but i'm as light as the flight of a feather
when it seems as hard as people can make me sink in sound
and though i couldn't live forever
they couldn't tear me out of what i've found,
i don't become what they can't hound into my skull
taking it to new limits
i've fallen out
never even met the common
sometimes i wish i could as well
always sunk in until i can't speak about
caused sour faces in the illiterate minds
but i make em count
how many times they shouldn't have been able to run their mouths
my memories filled with golden ages
spark this in the darkest of times
using my vision like a guiding light
i don't speak fable
enabling the bright mind i'm lit
in the world full of the stamped and labelled
behind walls of plastic
what a disaster i can't see past the fanatics
they say they get it
'till they impose on instinct when they actually listen
i'm not in the right mind to make it to where sanity lives
moods been shaken trying to figure out what really is
i could say its all of this
i've always understood beneath the depth
found in these depths we learnt how to fly
blew up out of the underground sound and fell into the sky
About the Creator
Kiefer Jackson
These words are my only escape
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