A good friend happens to be a killin’ MC. He so graciously shared some stuff he recently wrote. Mic check….1, 2:

When I step on new streets, truly, I travel in time
As ideas once knotted slip to unraveling twine
Ink on a sheet now blotted no longer straddles the lines,
So my mind babbles blind until it’s blood-brown clotted
A stroke at mid-life strikes the midnight from my eyes
Glow from the sun I used to know was just the moon in disguise
I’m not mad-they weren’t lies, brilliance can’t be despised,
It’s just that days look different when beheld by the wise
Greater grace for mistakes, less patience for adulation
Fewer credos of ego, wider forums for formation
Louder silence, plainer love, softer violence, stranger tongue,
Faith that the highest purpose lives on the ladder’s lowest rung
Or so I imagine–see I want to risk not climbing
and trust I’ll grow wings if I’m called to get high and
With this small truth, the future coalesces
inside the vortex of my steps, simply the labyrinth blesses.
(c) kev