We all can’t be a son of the earth,
Half poet half preacher,
The richest place on the planet is a graveyard.
You don’t know whats happening,
Because someone has taught you to suffer peacefully.
My life is a work of art,
A couple words on the page to hurt the heart,
The paintings on the wall don’t wait for the poem to start,
Building a beautiful mind with thoughts that are esoteric,
Can’t worship a book if I never read it,
Over your heads,
I’m over the ledge,
Hiding behind a word,
No days off when it’s time to supply the work.