a poem i found from a while back

if i remember correctly this was like a free-association type thing, put a pen to paper and this is what came out:

creation is an art thats locked in the heart
wrapped in chains with security codes, guards
watch towers, bars
a direct line to God but the world interferes
the signal isnt clear
distorted with static so listening is managed through practice alone
the pressure should be gone
relationship pure like friends,
no obligations
then you can tune out Hot 99.5 and KYS FM
and listen to the shit that actually makes sense
cuz you got more in you than the whole radio
you could write every song, and then some
its just a matter of finding the key to unlock the padlock
sneak past the guard dogs
and guards are all lard anyway
so freedom is just a sprint away
but once you get it and its safe
gotta make sure no one takes it away
cultivate and grow it, tend every moment
the moment you have it and own it you know it
seed made of hope and the pollen is potent
so water with focus
creation is basic the artist is made of these sole components