To Become (One)-

Rugged is my passion
For words I jigsaw.
To become one with the pen
Is a seesaw.
Going up is like blasting a gun
Through negative critics;
Lasting ammunition,
For my target and I never miss it.
Going down as I drown in dreams of stardom
Intoxicating like wine; drunk, so pardon.
Headed for better days as I pray
On bended knee then I lay.
Contemplate on my mindstate
To see did one mistake
Affect my mentality.

Waves of sound sway my mood.
I should say music to exclude
Other waves that reach the entrance
To the brain in one lightning instant.
I use my eyes to see and understand.
Some times I drag tasting a life so bland.
Motivation is needed like water in a desert.
Some thoughts are dry even with all my effort.
But a force drives me along as I, the passenger,
Ride with destiny as the people’s messenger.
I write to maintain a state of tranquility
Like a figure eight in perfect symmetry.
Ability to be or not in this land
Where rats and weasels clip you where you stand.
But they can’t stop me, I am rage
Ageist society as I turn the page
To scribe ‘bout how to thrive in a world alive
With sunshine, but the blind sour to find
Their path. I would help you but I have no wealth
All I own are my words and I place them as steps
In the sand as a map for the 5% who are righteous.
The walking dead try to fight us
For knowing our direction.
So I implore you, step lightly in sections.
Some men walk through life with many regrets;
Things that can’t be changed like bills counterfeit.
Man, just hold in your head the idea that you will win
And if you pray to TheMostHigh He washes away your sin.
Some’a yall want to become one the with idol time you spend
And while you do that
I will become one with the pen.

Author notes

I have an obsession with the number one. Please forgive for saying this but your born alone and you will die alone... as one. Yes, you will die as a single individual. I just hope before I die that I can be the best writer I can be.