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.
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