Freestyle

(Drake - Poundcake)

Creative enough

To try a different flow

Whatever I do

I put my stamp on it

Pushing wide,

The envelope

Still yet to reach

The height

And pinnacle

But what's my art?

Contemporary

Or am I traditional?

A hybrid - is it both?

What's my style?

A chaste virgin

Subdued,

Quiet and minimal?

Or a lion

Vibrant, big and bold?

Both hemispheres

Of my mind

Are interloped

Both sides, symmetrical

I'm physical, spiritual

Alive!

I don't ever wanna

Die, but..

There's a finite limit

To temporal

Time/existence

I've entertained

Thoughts, like:

"If I die,

Just convert me

To gigabytes

In a hard-drive

And i'll survive

As digital

Or have me,

Cryogen-ically froze"

You don't have to

Only look in the bible

To find a miracle

Isn't life a.....?

Air, water,

Earth and fire

Earth, in space

Spinning in the silence

Earth, you put

A seed inside

And then it grows

Air, coming

From the sky

The violent wind,

It blows

And fire is just dry

It ignites

Sending forth

Spires of

Sizzling smoke

Water is the essence

Of the elements

Oceans, rivers, tides

The liquid flows

And at a certain

Temp below

Turns to ice

Ice - I've thought of

Having jewellery

So bright,

The diamonds in it glow

I want bling so gigantic

It’d be heavy enough

To sink the titanic

Painting with words

Creatively I'm a child

I just get stuck in!

I don't use a brush

All you'll see is

Fingers and handprints

Plus, I’m quite against

Lofty metaphors

And things like

Semantics

Sailed a ship

To Atlantis

Found treasure

In the depths

You'd think

I was a Gemini

Or an Aquarius

Cause of my

Quick wit

Quips, and sly antics

To be honest,

Pure, untainted

Self-expression

Is just a wish

Of mine:

"Granted"