They say this pen streams smearlessly
and i think, i rhyme pretty fearlessly.
My flow is sicker than the average flu
An epidemic below the heavens, exilin’ Blu.
What’s true and what’s false is now all a blur
with young people yellin out PLUR
My soul does deter, willing to linger
as i feel the soul’s flow enchant my index finger.
i sing her, not my finger did she enchant
but within me, a seed she did plant.
i thought i was crazy but maybe
she was another young lady
just tryin to play me.
i took it all willingly, it nourished me
her smile, her laugh, it all flourished me.
she was the sun of my galaxy, lighting the way
feelin’ like i’m naturally burning the hay
but the only fire was my desire for her,
cus my love never tires of her
as a seed, i germinated and waited
for her to feed me, leaving my fiend abated
but i debated
was it possible, could it ever be?
time was a looking-glass, and now i see
false hopes, false dreams, i read things wrong;
she was just a swallow, singing her song
and i was a sunflower, basking in her shade
without her, i felt murky as the Everglade
my heart’s provider, i fed off her life
free of all envy, bitterness, strife
’til a knife, called cold-cut reality
hacked at my stem with merciless brutality
a sunflower’s happy dream become nightmare
as i woke up, i saw her standing there
alone. alone? were my eyes a deception
making exception for a desperate inception?
her perfection was stunning, leaving me in throes
of ecstasy as my tender love grows next to me.
this flower knows love’s sweet taste, its sweet honey
a golden liquid quite viscous not really runny.
they say knowledge is power, but love should be more
because it at my stem, leaves, and head tore.
the time has come for the fasting of an hour
and regress into the love-filled dreams of a flower.