LIQUID REFLECTIONS (OUTRO)

Pt. 1 - Reflections in the Rain
In every little rain drop
I see my own stare
a reflection of my life
falling down through the air
and I'm the only witness
everyone else sees theirs
it's so captivating
that my judgement impairs
I see my hope
and I see my despair
I see that I'm missing it
I see I'm aware
I see them in rivers
and right over there
they're down in this puddle
right here on the square
in the liquid crystals
of my monitors glare
in the tears you cry
cause life is not fair
they're in my coffee
as I look from my chair
these liquid reflections
are everywhere
they're truly exquisite
extraordinaire
I watch them so close
I feel I am elsewhere
they often inspire
but yet they do tear
at all I know
and all I declare


Pt. 2 – Wisdom Blossoms
see I started with
ignorance bliss
but I always thought
there was more to all this
more to this earth
this place that I live
with the grass and the dirt
in my days as a kid
so I chose to search
took a brave type of risk
I began to observe
the way that it is
Reflected and pondered
the grave and the crypt
I looked to the sky
and the rain that it gives
I studied mathematics
and trained with the rich
I ran with poor
and lived like the glitch
in the system that vividly
tainted our itch
to live, to learn
what it is to exist
I studied the scholars
my brain to the script
I read their writings
strained at their writ
then I saw myself writing
with the same kind of wit
the same kind of knowledge
and the same kind of gift


PT. 3 – Inner Thoughts
I'm an optimistic pessimist
or maybe the other way
everyday wrestling
hit with depression
especially when Testaments
we're told to find resting in
greedy and pestilent
like cartels to Mexicans
governments slept on this
no one is settling
people get scared
run right to where weapons is
ready for wars
and send in the specialists
rather than help
we argue bout precedence
bicker on politics
fight over presidents
disunity ruining
we're at a precipice
hard to find hope
with all of the prejudice
none of it's new
we're our ancestor's kids
afraid to love
or to dance with the sick
I observe and absorb
then I process all this
turn my words into swords
when I'm stressing a bit
man it's a curse
that I'm blessed with this gift


Pt. 4 – Cycle Complete
these liquid reflections
bring water and light
but they also bring baggage
the pain and the strife
we take that all in
inner flame to ignite
a passion for now
to change and bring sight
and spread this out wide
it's my grain of delight
that will grow and unfold
in the rain of the night
and that is why
I create and write
and that is why
I create and write