The Gravity of Stars

“The gravity of stars; The majesty of Mars;

To magically depart from tragedies - new starts; Mend the maladies of heart;

Save the galaxy at large; Brave the after,

play my part; Do the math, display the smarts; What do I have? Arrays of art;

What good is that?

My pieces may impart unique ways to ark

- to ship sharp remarks for folks to hark,

to parse - to bridge the archs;

I’ll send love to deconstruct enough ramparts; A turtle dove flies far when gliding to the songs of his own harp;

Making music is a must;

The call to share it seems so just;

Enthralled to care, install the fair into all verses; Did prepare

- it was well worth it to put work in;

Now I will serve what’s learned to persons;

I feel I earned my term, my service;

Used my words, unearthed my purpose -

Dug real deep - I heard a murmur -

Had to keep on going furthur; In the pits,

was a sojourner; Came to grips, adjourned to what was purer;

I unlearned the lies that were unheard of;

Broke the ties, succeeded furtive, hurtful ways - it was so crucial;

I surmised that I was useful:

For the greater good became more truthful.”

- Old Dying Joe 🕰: 1hr