Phoenix bird flames as it cries.

Dedicated to one of my young sons, Levis.. The Phoenix rises from the ashes, RIP to your human god. 

Catapillers fly but not all men walk, a shooting star just another flaming pebble in the sky, deep as the fore fathers words sound, the experiment of life happens but only once, a life span. You was born slapped with the first cry, senses opened up wide. Just being, with no programming, No tradition, no religion, no culture, no tricks. As the elements slowly chock you, all fighting to find ways into your essence, breath, the sun rays, the touch to feel as your cortex expands, galaxies don’t stand they still spin, generations pass by as you forget your first cry now you a man. Living in a world that has you misunderstood. Can’t remember your past if it was shitty and messed up, focus on a future that is unknown, that’s why this is a poem. Sink back to your past, coz there ain’t current without history, so there ain’t no you without that first cry. 

Listen close to this chapter, you was born as a cry baby. Now you grown up with a mind maybe, decisions to make like Brenda when she had a baby, life stinks, but life is real. Life takes time to unveil the Thrill.

Decipher this, this is the cypher.

 The best this year, the best is here..this beat is clear, the Bible be ancient,  I spit the new, New Testament, an evolved mind state, don’t need no beat, flip thoughts before the apple falls, scripts split the Red Sea then see Newton writing gravity thesis. master cords and symphonies without slitting my fingers, follow my train of thought. If you lost by now, step off this cypher, I stay underground only for cats who be after. my thoughts be right, check your history I didn’t go the Schumann route. My ears mastered sound, got help from angelic feathered friends, on how to synthesize unseen Melodie’s, mind reflects pure knowledge like the Egyptian pyramid apex, translates to a tongue that spills out metaphors hieroglyphics, if I use ink, it be dark perfected like Wolfgang, from this space to that space, glide through galaxies before NASA and their satellite stations cut off my skate board gliding through space, y’all earthlings label me with different shooting stars names, end this first scripture part, with the last name of the greatest Mozart, Amadeus, the magic flute, Link him three or four lines back, Wolfgang, decipher this, or step off this cypher.