Mistakes

A man is either made or broken.  A fire is ignited or he's on the ground choking.  The air in the night is soo light it can take us to greater heights or maybe it can break us down and just take us.  Take the knowledge, not from college, but from Life so I can at least pray just to see another day.

The bright lights, the stars, the glits and glamour; MC Hammer.  They show me the face of a race that's been damaged and I see no pasture.  No livestock, no green grass, nothing for the world to see but to be honest, this is something everyone in this world can be.  I hold my head high, thinking I won't die, even though I feel death around the corner soo I always keep him at the corner of my eye.  Though it could be a her or it could be some nerd, death has many faces and it just wants you to try to find it's way to him (or it), so it can show you who's the boss but maybe...  Just maybe, I don't have to pay that cost nor be lost in this forest...  Even though I am lost.

I'm fighting...  Not a false idol but my own role model; me.  Do I want to pop bottles with the models or do I want to  understand the Messiah's and their divine idols?  Was Jesus Christ just a man or a Legend or a myth?  Was Mohammed a man that really beared the gifts?  Was the Buddha the man that truly knew the way?  And if it's soo good for you, why the fuck is it illegal just to smoke on some damn piff?

I am not poor, I am not rich.  I am not middle class either, so which class do I clash with?  America breeds it's babies but it doesn't want to feed them kinda like a deadbeat parent, you don't want them but you know you kinda need them.  But please, don't take me wrong, I am of Jamaican blood but I was born here, so guess where I belong?  I just want this country to do better especially when I see the Light in every child's eyes.  It's soo bright, from one baby it can light the entire night skies and for one day the entire earth can be in sunshine at the same time.  No darkness, no night, just the Light from the ever-seeing eye. 

So I hide my pride...  No, I swallow it.  Then shit it out because it's garbage, man.  Is this not what all the prophets said?

I don't have an army but I lead a few people.  Making sure we stay out of trouble and not have to look through our door peephole.  Isn't this a beautiful crazy Life?  Or is this crazy in perfection when perfection can only come from a blessing?

Am I the man that's at the top of my thorne?  Am I the fire at the Olympics that's slow to burn?  Or am I waiting for my orders to be told?  Or am I just some ordinary nerd?

Truthfully, I've come to see that I'm the controller of my destiny and this Universe has come to bless me.  I am not a nerd,  nor am I a jock, born from a blessing but even still I am not a God.  I can create wars or create babies.  I can give Love or restrain that with hate.  The question that equates us is not even a matter and it's far beyond the science that holds the Rings of Saturn.

To the day when science and Love can unite; Now.   To the day when religion and politics finally divide.  I may never see it but I push forward, so I try.  Maybe it's not for me?  Maybe it's for the world that is post-me for the fruits I've beared is for the young ones to eat.  Maybe...  Just maybe...  I am what the world should or needs to see.

Peace.