Scions

You got a good lead foot to start? Plant it.
Want to break the negative apart? Plant it.
Be swift and you will know victory.
Be kind and you will make history.

Til now I wasn't quite certain as to why I rhyme.
Nothing left to prove but I'm still not past my prime.
So listen well and I will teach you what I learn.
We begin by shedding the skin of existential concern.

For if you hide your elegance who will appreciate?
You'll do yourself more good than bad at any rate.
So decant the negative trappings of your humanity.
Embrace the vast freedom of your newfound sanity.

And as you put the wind of death behind you.
Find that you do things as happy humans do.
For you will be the scion in and of a higher place.
Where there is naught but a smile on your face.

And where, you ask, is this higher place?
Is it Heaven or some obscure sort of mindspace?
I cannot answer that for you but I can tell you this.
You'll know you're close when nothing is amiss.

Next, others will take notice to your momentum.
Inspiration that they too will take to ascension.
All will be made aware of your eminence.
So too will your enemies swear toxic malevolence.

They will line up and levee their stones of fire.
Swerve fast and don't give them what they desire!
Don't assemble your weapons but remain steadfast.
And I promise this problem will also come to pass.

Wise men told me people are equal beings, neither above or below.
For our gift is one to be shared but can never to be bestowed.
Don't mistake this transition for a personal battle of the mind.
For this struggle is not just for you but also for all of humankind.

Ticket

They tell me what they think they want me to hear,
But the things they say ignite and burn off my ear
They seem to think they know my face,
But come to find I live in a different place.

They come closer to me just to push me down.
I look back and smile because things are different now.
And when I call them out they keel over with their self-righteous denial,
Because nobody does wrong but my faults are booked and filed

They like what they see but respect gets old fast.
I can see it through their grins and questions asked.
They laugh at what I fear in my own insecurities.
As I try to be the better man to the best of my abilities.

And all it takes for me is a simple phrase.
But who has time for good communication these days?
Hurt seems to be their only option with their blades drawn.
Times like these are the times I'm glad that I remain strong.

If you got a problem, open a ticket please
Fitful as the rest yet I can flow with ease.
But if you can help it, lose the deception.
And I'll give you my utmost discretion.

This rhyme's not for everyone but the chosen few.
The few and the proud and the used and the new.
They mess with me like I have something to prove.
But I have my music and I'm always on the move.

At The Top

I rattle the cages, yeah I can leap off the edges.
Do not try to stop me, let me ascend to the Heavens.
But if you want to stop by and watch me cry,
I can make you a deal that money cannot buy.

Such that I forget you can't trust me.
I'm a sidewinder missile screaming across the sea.
And when I ascend tonight, you can find me in my home.
Like a king without a crown, but happy one my throne.

But royalty isn't exactly what I've been looking for.
Rather just another night of passing out on the floor.
I open my eyes, I get up, and I run many a mile.
Failing, faltering, and dying is just not my style.

Tis a strange time these days to be a bronze god.
Indeed the lot of us find ourselves to be quite odd.
But if you run with me and you do not stop.
Then you can join up with me when I reach the top.

And at the party I honestly never ask for much.
Yet I look upon your face and cannot resist your touch.
My body quivers such that I decant my divinity.
For our bodies collide and I'm taken to infinity.

Is this what it feels like to be just human?
Amalgamated powerless dethroned depleted fusion?
It makes me sick and it makes me sad.
To consider all the forcefed poison I had.

And on broken wings I hit the ground,
Won't be that much longer now.
I lay by the shore facing the sky,
In too much pain to wince or cry.

This is what it's like to be a bronze god
You realize your just some kind of human fraud.
And all the people you learn to love,
Would rather cast their stones from high above.

Jagged rocks ripping flesh as they rain from the skies.
From people I love with sickening grins and fiery eyes.
I wipe the blood from my lip and see your face among them.
Evade what I can but doing little to postpone the end.

And thus I wake up in an unfamiliar place.
Some rapturous area between sky and space.
There is nothing here but the echo of my breath.
I can't help but feel as if this is my own death.

So I kept running, more of the same.
But no matter how much farther I ran, nobody came.
I have a mind to halt, but I just can't stop.
For maybe I am neither human nor god here at the top.