Mundo's Mind

its called blank paper much like an open canvas// the possiblities endless the creations madness// and i have this opportunity and so with i chose to make the most// write in sequence take it as a chance to boast// about this particular head game that i constantly play// take it off the shelf most of the time not on display// and to my dismay it leaves people ignorant// of the fact that in their presence stands this mind magnificent// and my ascent and disent happens constant and often// just like the thought that are here i brought them// as a tool to express the words in my chest the multitude of it all always leads me to digress// but i try at my best i always attempt// even though at times the thought leaves nothing not a a mark not a dent// and then there are thoses i'm left feeling goosebumps// the surge of the blood rush leaves me feeling number one// on top of the world there are instances but one time never like the other// just like we may be friends but no relationship can replicate the one i have with my blood brother// the ebb and flow the things we know and do not know// the natural connection that we are able to have// the fact we are forever connected by mom and dad// that i walked on his darkest time// that in many ways that moment has also become mine// that in the times i finds multiple lessons// that i'm constantly brigning them its like learning im stressing// but know that sometimes this is how its got to be// that i want to be this way but in this manner you need me to be// that that shit aint easy and forever i try// that i forget more than i remember and that i cant give you a reason to the question why// that while some things changes somethings forever stay the same// that regardless of the madness you're my brother in soul and brain// and to maintain the balance in order to exist// that to upset it from time to time lets you know that theres more than just this// that my fist tight loosens as i grow with time// to better understand sometimes limitations are imposed by the mind// and to learn this from is sometimes sad to learn// to realize it exists provides a different kind of burn// that the reality this creates sometimes makes me mad// that we've come all this way also makes me glad// and so you know ill never give up turn around in circles realize sometimes you get stuck// every once in a while we just got to start a new maze// know what remains and what requires to be remade// the fade of the time usually correlates with time the feeling of the heart only increased of the start// and this art is my masterpiece to discern// the experiences i've lived the feeling that are burns// the emotions and felt from exposure to true being// that to understand requires faith that goes beyond seeing// and that fear trumps all in the scary world// that gumption small can fester and change it word// dont give up ok sometimes i understand but shit for the things that matter demand// and with your hands take care of these things// the gifts in our lives, the people, feeling, blessing//and onto yourself realize more exists// release slowly and just unclench your fist// this is right here and right now is all we have// forever the past exists from mom and dad// that living isnt a fad and in it we make times// and in all of that mess we stop we breath we find//