For the Youth

Desired Truth

By: Mosaic

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

A sight to see through the eyes of the awake,

Never anticipated a fright from the blinded mistake,

Now to the perception of those who need no alibi,

Spits the unforgiving truth buried beneath a concrete lie,

To whom may despise such vulgar language must be untitled,

For there not knowing theoretic possibilities was realized and riddled,

A ridiculed somewhat of an existence bares down heavy flowers,

Its florescence trickles firmly that maybe this minute could become hours,

Maybe if the light wasn't so bright the nights delight would see,

But happy tears dried away maybe someday a door will be found for the streets,

For a foundation opened with the key of inspiration and grand desire,

To appreciate lust of loving the grayness of art for it strikes the warmth of fire,

Words are pictures and the pictures are uncontrolled thoughts,

Thoughts are just blueprints that cannot be identified, but poetry it talks,

Poetry walks through the pulse gathered to inner self existence,

And when somehow down is the only direction I lend a hand for assistance,

The best may never show, and unanswered conflictions will never be known,

Gone in the wind and forever it goes, if a lack of passion comes through,

That'll be the day that drowning upon tears for the years I was singing before we lose,

But loss is a part of the game, so now don't hang your head in shame,

Use the mind implanted in your conscious, adore times bounty blissfulness,

If you're getting what remains, from the devils walking cane, you're not insane,

Because if the stain remains, clean up your hustle someone always knows your name.