Already half a decade in.
Have I calmed the turmoil within?
Uncovered, that in thick or thin
the love cohort, is not that thin.
Broke through, though lost to anger and strife
without my anchors in life.
Searched for dual meanings,
and the meanings of duels
added fuel through cruelty,
and destroyed paths with negativity.
But now there's no more warring.
Love and warmth like a blazing hearth roaring.
My heart is full, trajectory soaring.
Feel the drum, the strum
of the funk, the heat of the sun
blazing. There is no gate to the flow,
of the mojo.
Dancing on the highs, embracing the lows.
Indulging in blows,
keeping the precious close
and the enemies ghost.
Yes, missed a step,
but still got the pep,
running my reps.
Behold! I still flex.
Making it rain, soaking wet.
Dreams slapping, skins in sweat.
Don't fret!
I haven't quenched my thirst.
Happiness sometimes still eludes the search.
With paper to pen, and the might
a phoenix to fight, if right,
anchored by that niche light to reach new height.
Not the artificial, superficial,
just the consequential.
I've ripped through, like a missile.
And I'm riding the crest.
No more blockade, just all finesse.
Savoring the best
and the beauty of the flesh.
Like Kendrick said, I deserve it all, we deserve the best.
Won't settle for less, and don't second guess.
Let the weak complain of rest.
For the ride or dies on this quest,
step up to the conquest.
The last half remains and we are blessed.
