making the makers
make a cake
of all the sweet flours
hours devoured by the acquisition of power
the sweet turns sour for those cower
patterns permeating all possibility
pondering music
making you lose it
you’re going to choose it
never abuse it
nectar inspectors
flying from flower to flower
drops of rain
claim towers with showers
puddles ponder
as you muddle
in the mud
mixing milk
and blood
seeds bleed
and then bud
neural networks and spinal cords
assured never to be bored
we are all lords, once they’ve cut that cord
fed by one mother, and then one another
all men are brothers and woman our lovers
each others buffer
to ease those who suffer
keeping it smooth
when the going gets rougher
keep your mind open
as your loving heart
as your souls hoping
to be uncovering art
though you may get going
to a stuttering start
remember to put your horse
after the cart
simply stated,
life works in reverse
the moment you’re born
you step out of a hearse
birth is a process
of emerging from dirt
we are the gold
that G-d gives good worth
remember to mold your mind
to always search
for a high spot, on which you could perch
and keep an eye out, for those who are hurt
and let them know truth, but don’t be too curt
a loving truth
is to be learned
youth is a gift,
that everyone burns
wisdom is what everyone earns
as we slowly emerge
each taking turns
remember the seasons pass
in a pattern that’s right
remember even the night
comes with millions of lights
remember the rich
even they have their plight
remember the poor
are a beautiful sight
remember that black
belongs next to white
remember to let loose
that which we hold tight
remember to use
all of your might
to choose to undo
the cause of your plight
the idea the we
are any other than kites
meant to sail with each other
to truly great heights