A gift to you on my Birthday. Enjoy!
PIECE!
This piece is a piece of my soul
Which poured into my thoughts and then became this voice
I choose to perform short hand to capture that movement quickly
This piece is about peace because when I began to scribe
Imhotep ran and hide
Inside my soul forest fires became chestnut roasting
On an open fire
Thunderstorms became cleansing spring rain
I maintained balance
This piece is a piece of history and it won't repeat itself
I'll repeat it to strengthen my conviction to this craft
Perfecting the artistry of this ballet between paper and pen
This piece broke the mold of deception
Now I can be freely and see the trickery with ease
These words gave my pen purpose
As the ink permanently marks the pages
I wanted to replace the ink cartridge with my veins
So blood would become the ink and this piece would be given life
It would only be fair
Before this piece
I was unborn torn between life and death
Hiding in the womb of stealth and insecurity
Before this piece
My voice was speechless
My vision breached by past teachings
I was believing anything and falling
I kept falling in love with self pity
It would only be fair because this piece has paid the price for my mistakes
The greatest sacrifice this piece can make
Is taking my burdens, taking my cares
Taking my worries and then giving me poetry
This piece is selfless in maintaining my passion for the quest
This piece is the west because I rest when it draws nears
This piece is the east because I look to it for one more day, one more chance
This peace is the reason I breathe
The reason I take the next step
The reason quiet is kept during meditation
The reason I manifest joy
This piece is what I'll teach my little boy
Unconditional love
This piece has made the greatest sacrifice
Taking my concerns
What yearns and churns in my gut on late nights and
Giving me poetry
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