Poetry 3

Chestpounding (pt.1)

As I witness sunsets
Grant Jersey a power
Neither Edison nor Watt could have ever fathomed,
I'm visited by candlelit memories
Of solitary sparks,

Singular moments
Where the light of the heart
Was able to eclipse a mind
Accustomed to the dark,

And waves run
Their salt-scented fingernails
Across the backdrop of big-city
Nightlife blackboards...

(pt.2)

Where today’s lessons
Earmark
Tomorrow’s guesses for sea’s to
Part,
And the clouds chase the streams
Of our undying manifest dreams,

Screaming,

"Go west my son
And you will find the mothers
From which we’ve come,
You’ll find the one in the rest
And rest in the one,

And listen to the crazy one’s
For signs of things to come",

Because as an adolescent
Our lessons are filled with questions,
And now that time has unleashed its blessing,
We turn from searching to stressing,
Looking for the next dollar from the next man,
So eager to holler at him
We forget to listen...

(pt. 3)

So we gotta regroup
And meditate,
Make moves
And make them straight
To the point, we ain't got time to chase,
Because as soon as we take a breath
And attempt to rest our case,
We're faced with a case
Leading to the arrest of our breath,
And they wonder why we're stressed,
Pledging allegiance to fighting our debt,
Pounding our chests
Praying that there are still breaths left.

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