50 MPH

I’m ill and I’m dope,

When flowing and rapping

A volcano is more than a hill

That billows black smoke

Cause deep in it is fire,

Which when twinned

With the philosopher’s

Mythical,

Magic stone

Can turn silver to gold

Then gold into platinum

C’mon, everybody!

If you know,

Sing the anthem

Let’s explore

For a few moments

If you have them

What’s held

In the deepness

Of my soul

In the vaults

In the chasms

That is, the lyrical

Compositions

I’ve sewn

Which we can

Break down

To components

And fractions

In them are certain

Qualities juxtaposed

Stoic, impassioned

Over time

These words

Developed

Like a rose

Grown in a garden

Original

I’m the proto,

No-one can

Follow the pattern

Not even Dorothy

On the road

With Toto in tandem

Now let’s go

From the west coast

San Francisco,

To Minnesota, to Staten

On the path that unfolds

Which will

Become known,

Via the light

That glows from

The lantern

Now, run to

The end zone

I’m throwing

And passing

A powerful, strong ball

Babe, can you put

In the hours

Are you in

For the long haul?

Unload some rap

Sickness on ya’ll

The onus, is on me

As the poet

Of the madness

To delivers lines

That are golden

But some

As you may have noticed

Are random

Others are

Bogus, misshapen

I just deliver what

My mind is revealing,

I rhyme for a reason

And strive for a feeling

That fits the cast/mould

Nevertheless, it’s not

So much about

The content

But rather the fluidity

Of the river that

Roams through it

I initially treat

A blank page

Like it’s broken

And fractured

And I’m trying to heal it

A typical Virgo

Cleaning up

Wanton acts

Filthier

Than London rats

My Korean friend,

Kim Jong-Un asked,

“What you want?

Some wonton?”

“Thanks”

She knows that

For those

I have a penchant

Then she said,

“Do you like prawn crackers?

Even frogs, from France?”

I replied,

“Awww, hun, that’s

A good offer

A nice gesture

In lockdown we’re

Currently under

Tight measures,

Gives me time to

Really experience

Life’s pleasures

Like the night weather

The sky at it’s starriest

And of those orbs

Balls of gas

There’s one born

Every minute or second

This first verse

Is finished

Sing the chorus

Then tune into

The second

I’m ill and I’m dope,

When flowing and rapping

A volcano is more than a hill

That billows black smoke

Cause deep in it is fire,

Which when twinned

With the philosopher’s

Mythical,

Magic stone

Can turn silver to gold

Then gold into platinum

C’mon, everybody!

If you know,

Sing the anthem

In the winter it’s cold

That’s why you

Whimper and groan

And grimace

Until you find

A glimmer of hope

When a match is lit

Then you can

Defrost your fingers

Which due to

The temperature

Have froze

On this quizzical quest

I’m the general, prince

And the captain

But I don’t orchestrate

Mass control

Like the Pope

Hitler and Saddam

Villainous

Subliminal stratagems

Getting into people’s minds

From when they’re a kid

Right until they are grown

Now on this quest

If you’re willing to travel

Come with me

As I paint the picture

With impressionism

Soft dabs

Visible strokes

Meanwhile the planet

On which we live

Continues to rotate

Through space

On a hinge and an axis

I’m going to explore

What is in the hidden

Room of the attic

That’s sitting there

Positioned and static

In the home of my brain

The hemispheres

Of the mind

Are mirrored, in design

They form

An amicable whole

An inexplicable marriage

There’s a connection

A hardwired link

Like a bridge of stone

And thick granite

I will explore

And keep sifting

Till I reach

The limitless passage

Until the fire & smoke

Dwindles to ashes

Now sing with me

And it’s…

I’m ill and I’m dope,

When flowing and rapping

A volcano is more than a hill

That billows black smoke

Cause deep in it is fire,

Which when twinned

With the philosopher’s

Mythical,

Magic stone

Can turn silver to gold

Then gold into platinum

C’mon, everybody!

If you know,

Sing the anthem