My1oakMind Poetry (3)

I'm a steeple a pinnacle a miracle
breath breathed into the ashes of an infant
infinitely naturally lyrical
I compose thoughts like Mozart
notes circling halos like gallery art
eyes capture culture as a screenshot
books document what we sought
hooks catching dreams out of a golden pot
now go and dream of what you want
don't be afraid to daydream slaving at work
improvement ideas leak like split plumbing
unique I split my meals for the hungry
imagine how they feel walking from me...

Woke up to another day full of full lungs
act a fool filthy like when monies rolled up
I move up and don't contribute it to fools luck
save it for April
a kind soul to heart like Abel
your friend and future enemy is working a stable
pick off your trust and wealth til your unstable
learned and I hope not forgotten
burned now skin raw like it's rotten
a forever reminder unlike ya jaw when it's done throbbing
it's a problem
need Einstein to ponder
a natural reaction
if a car crosses over
no conscious blimp you move over
avoiding disaster
now we need to recognize how to add it
to this life's chapter....

I'm crouching on a monument
being grouchy over dollars spent
tho new ones always rolling off the print n' press
people cliffhanging off the words of the press
cutting slack til there's no baggage left
next is their own armor
start stripping it off their chest
gotta keep going
til I win or stymie like in chess
get behind me I'm the best
get in front you'll be a mess.