Nursing a Rhyme

Nursing a rhyme

In the nursery of time

Flying superfine pendulums

As I radiate compendiums

Of solace in solitude-soliloquies

Pondering my peace within the forestry

With foresight incomparable

Thru metaphor and parable

I literally iterate little letters that better pattern the symbol systems employed

I bitterly insinuate brittle fetters are wetter no matter the nimble rhythms enjoyed

With care and concern

Not to subscribe to culture, but fade and unlearn

To trade the band-aid in for a suture

Making more likely our future

If only we’d opt for surgery

Instead of arson and burglary

Against the Earth our motherly

Wonder of our existence

It’s no wonder our persistence

Seems to say it’s fatally futile

To try to frown down our radiant smiles

Because our walk is steady going

With accumulative miles

As quickly as the styles change

The projected range

Of positive intention

Is no more in suspension

Our people have a pension

For calm collected visions

Of a deeper incision

Because the virus inside us has made us mighty fighters

While we light up our lighters and burn our egos brighter

As individual insiders pulling back the blinders tighter

Till we wake up the masses

To get their booty asses

To access vast classes fast

Where we’ll learn to outlast

And outlaugh loud crowds into mass gnosis

Via hip-hop hypnosis

My only holy focus

Where I linger in letters

To make us all feel better

I’m undoing the fetters that made us waterlogged whether we’re aware of it

To take care of it, or not quite privy to the air of it

So take a deep breath

Let wind blow into you

Let it flow out like the sound of a choo choo

Take another second to arrive in this moment

To find yourself forever through eternal unfoldment

©2017 Jordan Furrow