when it forms in the cornfields, to college dorm meals

when the silence is defening, theres no guidance thats beckoning

in an artificial kingdom, where most reside

words and a microphone

im the core element to this raw elegance

with continuous ease, my words form leaves

now who believes dreams speak?

do you feel the rhythm in life

and all of us can get down together and live tall and just

and im aware that you're building a sanctuary up

i start being humpty dumpty, on the brink

ya'll pulled me in but that cord went slack...

word, i told you daubs, this is my thread :evil:

glide young poet, fly, bring the magik back!

too many blind and deaf to hear the cries of dove's