Replacing The Soil

A heart like mine wouldn’t budge for the demons rising in the name of my demise,
Pumping out shot after shot from a set of fingers I write with vigilantly.
I!
Have jumped overboard willingly.
Ties cut once choking me to death!
Sick of each lie others love to wrap around my head…

How they swear they’ll never leave your side whenever life gets rough.
They would never understand why I  “tee” off on a world the more my feet were not under sand so many dream to touch…

But,
I’m here.
Alone with a blunt in my mind while I write,
And write,
And write till I’m riding my way out of every imposter’s grip!
Everybody wearing a mask whether or not they believe in the fib…

You know!
That television reigning down on a mass of people feeling so desperate to fit in.
Acting out every major ad administered by kingpins attempting to alter your vision.
Rejecting anyone who’s not consuming some potpourri (popery) and countless spirits,
While sprouting ideas from the darkest patch in your mind where you soil every blessing given!
Over a reality you had witnessed to be true!
In front of curtains some hide behind of at the end of every show most are tuning into…

A fate I’m afraid of as I sit by my lonesome.
There’s only so much a man can take while trapped by the Lotus,
He has chosen to indulge on for far too long…

Nothing but weed smoke for me!
And,
I don’t really care for anyone who knows while I kick those flows pouring,
From the inner depths of my soul storming tears down my cheeks.
Cheeks flushed by sorrow I cannot explain without a bit of,
Melody…

It’s just me,
Myself and I!
Reneging my need to carry my baggage from before.
When it’s fight or flight,
Nowadays,
I no longer run away from who I am being that I don’t care anymore!
For criticism coming my way from people in my past who didn’t have a problem exiting the doors,
Of my broken heart.
Leaving me to pick up each piece scattered all throughout a city they are also apart of as I spar,
Bar for bar!
With…
Who I see in my mirror shining in the dark while sparking,
A joint burning bridges God didn’t want me to keep crossing…