MezMorize

MEZMORIZE

 

 

This is a poem dedicated to me by one of my brothers..

I was mesmerized when I saw all 9 planets align themselves

I saw a star restart itself

so why should I be stuck on a shelf collecting dust

like old pipes starting to rust

Makes me wonder, can I do that?

Die more than 3 times

yet without hook sinker or line

Bring myself back and start to shine

all over again 2 times

Trying to maintain without going against the grain

Can anyone feel another's pain?

That is why I soar with the strength of an anvil, built like a manitaur

yet cloaked and veiled like the ship of Romulan

I boldly go where none has gone before

So don't close the door

on me

I represent His Imperial Majesty

and my bloodline is from the oldest dynasty

Makes you wonder if up is really up

and down is down

Then if so, my feet must be my head

Rocks maybe bread

cold is hot and hot is cold

and my back is my bed

Are we really alive or Are we the walking dead?

 

Written by Marcus AJ Absalom

March 2001

Dedicated to Tash Boogie