STORYTIME

I step out the door for a brisk walk planting my soles on the curb,
taking long strides, keeping a stable pace, holding a stogy no need for the herb,
take a deep drag from the cancer stick to clear thoughts and settle nerves,
watch the cherry blaze the night sky as i put together words,
turn my head in all directions like peripheral vision and begin to casually observe,
silence in the air, talking under my breath and footsteps are all i heard,
the night sky is clear and starry,movement in the trees,
my body is refreshed by the cool tangible breeze,
a few city blocks later i arrive to my destination,
head to my isolated park bench, as it waits for me with no questions,
take a seat with the simple assumption
that i can think with no interruption,
I put pen to pad and slowly but surely begin to function,
i begin to think of different ways to create my street poem,
orchestrate a master piece like La Boem,
i use my words on the paper like concealed weapons,
allowing them to appear and discharge in a quick second,
my complex thoughts are meant to be spoken,
either to feed the mind or mend souls that are broken,
also to obliterate cowards whose word vomit is aimed towards me and starts provokin',
this gift that has been bestowed upon me is an absolute blessin',
and for this reason i create compositions as a token of my appreciation,
and i wont stop even when my mental resources are in a state of depletion,
i look up from my page and take a deep breath.......
conspire how to weld characters together to finish whats left,
throw my hoody over my head to warm me from Mr. Frost's cold breath,
light some nicotine and content that i got more than half a pack left,
take a sip of hot coffee to relieve the weather shakes,
i stop my flow like a dam does the current of a lake,
stand up and stretch and resume to my coffee and cigarette break,
the fresh air allows my thoughts to flood my mind,
the sky is getting cloudy and I'm losing track of time,
damn I'm fucking pissed too cause i need to get back since tomorrow is another day on the 9 to 5 grind,
but i cant stop until i complete this mothaphukin rhyme,
vast knowledge in this world and a trickle of it is all i need to find,
the book of my soul is torn and i really need to bind,
sometimes i feel like I'm in a lit up room but ironically I'm blind,
hold up, wait a fucking minute,
i think, yeah i think i got it,
i click the back of my pen and make the tip make contact,
reflect on my thoughts and continue on this project,
finally I'm done!!!!
i look at my timepiece, fuck i need to run,
cause if i don't fall asleep in a bit i wont rise with the sun,
sprinting like I'm being chased by bullets from a gun,
the streets are empty, I'm on my block walking all alone,
the only lights on is one star and my porch light at my home,
my breathing starts to calm, the sweats slowly stops to bead,
grab some H2O and a snack so i can feed,
sit on my bed and slowly start to read:

"Life is a voyage,
a passage to read a message,
a quest for self fulfillment, a journey, a coming of age,
Life is about a pen searching for a page,
Life is about a bum starving for minimum wage,
Life is about peace and the wars that we wage,
Life is about the disciples absorbing knowledge from their Sage,
Life is about the passive and the aggressive that they enrage,
Life is about the the so called normal and the strange,
Life is about the artist searching for that perfect canvas or stage, to perform their Life's love in which they engage,
Life is about the master and the slave,
Life is about the coward and the brave,
Life is about the ambitions and the materialistic creations that we crave,
Life is about the culture as well as revolution,
Life is about comprehension and also confusion,
Life is about the Genesis and the Revelation,
Life is about the conspiracy in our democracy and the order of the nations,
Life is what we life and what we aim to excel,
Life is the middle ground between Heaven and Hell,
Life is about grabbing the bull by the horns,
Life is about the blessing and the lessons that we learn,
Life is the pitchfork and the crown of thorns,
Life is something we take for granted,
Life is borrowed time that we've been handed,
Life is about right and wrong,
We are the melody, and Life is the song,
Life is enemy or your very best friends,
Life is the shepherd and the sheep that He tends,
Life is the Alpha and the Omega, we live life from beginning to end."
This is one of the proud works of Zen,
my alias, damn good night, slumber.........silence...........fuck, work, tomorrow,AGAIN.