Til earth starts to make sense again…

Talking is a bore.. Logic is redundant… 

10 millions way to make a living.. Choose one..

Too many languages too speak… Choose one.. All these voices and no one is speaking my language.. Not yet a soul who can hear me…

They hear my vibe… Can even feel it… But without avail.. Cause it doesn’t reverberate.. I just bounce off like light hitting a mirror… No matter the spectrum they can’t see me… Only themselves..

But I see the ghost… The holy silhouette that surrounds both Angels and men alike… The spiritual bass I feel it in my bones… And I will continue to live… If not for nothing for the bass…

Brothers alike finding something to latch on too… Gnawing for attention because they need to be seeked upon… Bright souls morphed into dark souls with vicious barks.. Light bearers disfigured into unruly children: ghetto boys beating and battering any and all in their path.. 

Misinterpreted by society in turn misunderstood by self.. They lash out then when this fails… The vitriol is directed inward.. Sad song.. Sung by so many.. But I see the radiance… I feel the bass.. And when self-realization burst through the mythos… Beauty ensues… But happiness is but happenstance…

How can we prolong the way… Elongate the expression.. Perhaps a glimpse is but enough… A glimpse of beauty outshines an abundance of lies…

Speak my brothers speak.. They can’t hear you now they will one day listen…