The Dolphin’s Appearance: Life’s Gain and The Mind’s Loss

My Money is unfair like a wicked mother

It talks for me literally like a pompous father

If your money’s on the low, mehn don’t even bother

Cuz u won’t be able to speak – no law of order

 

You won’t be able to speak – no freedom of expression

‘nd I wont be able to talk to you, I’m degrading my level

I’m sorry if I’m arrogant, I’m just telling the truth

but I don’t really mean that sorry, I’m telling the truth

 

This is the theme of a person whose money is its microphone. However, this wasn’t always the case, because there was always a burning passion for the arts. When the mind was young, it used its vessel to draw pictures of Dragon Ball Z characters. It then made its own characters, named them after animals and made them wrestle; it was the chairman of his own wrestling roster (in his numerous drawing books & sketch pads). As the mind grew older, music became the next passion. It made sure he never missed a word of Eminem and 2 Pac (RIP). It never had a professional passion; never wanted to sit behind the desk to work for someone in a white-collar job. 

 

Things happening in a world in my head doesn’t transform to a good life

That’s what they always say to an ambition in the arts

So why do these awesome thoughts come to mind

When they can’t be in the realistic world from the start?

 

No, it can’t be true, these thoughts must be in action

Cuz I’m sure the human race would leave me in awe with their reaction

You want to do something else? No problem, just remember

that your proposed future is just a procrastinating distraction

 

 

The mind is drowned in the arts, but the vessel decides to move into the business side of the earth. The mind doesn’t endorse this. It feels that the vessel is controlled by a human superior who have a significant share in the success of the vessel. The mind doesn’t understand this, thus it gives the vessel a reminder every time, to get out of the life he’s being led to and start driving on the road of thought it always had as a kid. It is not happy!

 

It wants to be in the studio’s; It wants to read papers

It wants to pump the crowds; It wants to sign the million-dollar contracts

It hates sitting behind the desks; It loves stretching its legs on the tables

It’s life is so mute; It’s having the time of its life

 

Would the mind continue to receive this obsessive treatment with silence,

Or react with the hand that it’s dealt?

Why should it keep in sync with the vessel’s  selfish actions,

when it didn’t care about the way it felt?

 

It really didn’t have a choice…..

 

Now what we see is the mind of a vessel

Struggling for expression in the money-driven world of potential

for the art to design the eyes and the ears

because what came to pass…..was one of its biggest fears…..

 

The Dolphin’s Appearance: Circles Through My Head…….

 

“She ran circles through my head”……..every time I saw her

and its funny how they stopped when I realized I lost her

“There she goes again”……..of course not, that’s an impostor

The one that I loved would never be a bad thought to foster

 

Everyday I keep wondering “How did I lose her?”

“What did I do wrong that negatively amused her?”

“Was it when I told her, that nothing needs to change?”

Thoughts running through my mind, opinions banging in my brain

 

Time to move on but it feels like a boulder’s tied up to me

Tried to stretch my hand but the door needs a key

It’s just so heavy my body’s full of concrete emotion

I finally realize time makes it come out of me

 

It feels like an airplane banging the face of a train

My pride is smothered like important papers hit by rain

I live my life trying to blind myself of the past

For indulgence in negative thoughts are one of the many reasons for carrying last

 

So now I just resume my exuberant ways

Flirting with anyone that’s worth the waves of the thoughts of my mind

It’s better than drowning  under the sea of my emotion

Cuz I might turn to a bomb you won’t like to see explode

 

So I’m with another one & she prevented my implosion

The passion of bad memories disrupted by lack of lust fantasies

now I’ve turned pictures in my mind into actions

receiving incredulous reactions and emphatic satisfaction

 

But I can’t forget those times when I thought I’d be depressed forever

Those days when a smile was worth a Bugatti to a man in the sky

I hope I never see those thoughts again in my life or the life after

So I continue my drive to success till the beginning of the rapture……..

 

This poem was inspired by B.o.B’s song “Circles” in the Strange Clouds album.

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