Duality (A Poem)

My friend wanted me to write a poem in 10 minutes. Here it is.

Duality

Chiseling calligraphy, clicking with the chickadees

Check the mean it’s mean is the conclusion I’d find

But sifting through a memory briskly break the brevity

Of thought within my mind and veer from off the straight line

The rule was golden, the greatest of commodities

Obviously you live by this and nothing taints or spoils

That’s what I was sold and I took it on this shopping spree

Of youth and lost receipts for returning snake oil

Told to lead by example and to follow great leaders

Saints, preachers, good and evil, see the world as black and white

And the world slowly bleeds, but they’re in the vein of Jesus

I’d toss grievances, but learned to never make a sacrifice

Keep cares inside my wallet to multiply with dollars

All the knowledge in the world doesn’t equal this CREAM

Money around everything rule by cash, holla

This duality I’ve learned exists merely in the dreams

Wings

A poem I wrote. Woke up and just threw this joint together, so it’s not a real final draft. In Iambic Pentameter. Read the fives. Hopefully it’s blatantly clear what I’m saying.

Wings

If I could sprout wings, talons would challenge

The balance that’s sunk, the malice of luck

Brads clasped to a dunce, disastrous affront

Haphazardly stumped, advancement at once

If I could sprout wings, slap box with Jesus

Start reaching the peak past tedious elite

Thoughts infecting the mind, slowing one down

Not taking one off. Embrace all the rounds

If I could sprout wings, I’d see all the sites

People’d look like lice, from steeple like heights

Relieving desire, an itch to acquire

The vision predicting next moves of empires

If I could sprout wings, growth of complacence

In truth overtakes it; will to succeed

Flukes of some patience, rubrics of laymen

Students of gaming, lose sight ‘cause of greed

If I could sprout wings, I’d cut those shits off

The valid response, to forestall a loss

False high intruding, creates illusions

Alluding to greatness that isn’t real

I wouldn’t sprout wings, life chasing dragons

Filled at satisfaction eluding my

Actions pragmatic charm ravished at once

So if you can fly, fly for yourself but

I ask you one favor, leave me alone

Don’t want to be prone to throes of a ghost

The hope you’re supposed, to return one day

Disappointment holds, of that I’m afraid