I float up the sidewalk in a vacuum of inner peace.
All things scatter energy through the streets.
cyclones cycle spinning chi outward.
the absurd lies pulled over their eyes,
tame sleeping men with foolish pride,
I drift as a feather in air flying higher and higher till worries freeze and crumble away.
Protected by my positivity I have no need to obey.
I am supersonic booming between building that can’t contain my power.
so much energy contained in this small feather.
the gridded cities blocks built as a graph,
My nature sharp as a razor slicing matter in half.
Invincible as the wind, my thoughts drift crack skulls.
revealing the seams in their American idols,
So I flow my interior out in as many forms my body can create,
the keyboard can’t contain the pin point paint as it drips with grace,
Don’t hate the undeniable within myself,
these truths are self evident they creep in with stealth.
and so we turn out to the streets spreading the wealth,
not the falsified green gods but the knowledge of self.
the first five words got me and i had to read it over three times cuz i really love the sound and image of “i float up the sidewalk”
a lot of power in this. like it. where’s your new post???