Natty Law meets Natty Dread,
Jah Rules at the top of the head.
Freedom’s earned not given,
Light burns not hidden,
The ashes in urns spread written.
Got room for the one and the many,
But not the other.
Not really feeling the misty cloud smother,
Don’t have energy for the anchor on my rutter.
Navigating the isles where the sirens call,
Full steam ahead, they better jump on board, water’s deep; don’t fall.
The clouds parted I thought I saw Nut,
But she just peaked out, went away, whatever,
Her token whisper is not that clever.
Mission assigned, got the maps, steady the storms to new land,
Tuck away to quarters at night to work on the plan,
Arrived, looked back, saw the vast sea travelled,
Started digging, for treasure, not a grave, then the waves unravelled.
Spiraled upward through the axis Mundi planted,
Rolled ashore, swam to the top, no life vest needed,
The training for these moments grateful I heeded.
Delivered to dry land unshackled emancipated.
My bars are QR code, read between, get transported to source,
The dark tales the front nine of the course.
It wasn’t a Par 3, but I don’t consider the desert a sand trap, you dig,
Erected my pyramid and fuck paying the vig.
The interest earned on my debt paid and then some,
Nobody’s holding my balls for ransom.
You want to cohabit let’s see,
Meet me in front of a blank wall,
I’ll tag it up first,
You putty about I’m out like a Hearst.
Or the tag, you’re it, then runaway?
That shit’s Dunaway like Faye.
Ain’t nobody got time for that shorty,
I’m over forty and I play 4D.
Let me save you the trouble,
Don’t like blood diamonds, capital letters or Property Rights struggle.
The only rings here are Saturn, refer to what I said about time.
I’m double time so double pleasure, you into gum chewing?
I know that potion you spewing isn’t the only thing of yours brewing.
But back to the Master plan, the Master Builder, not the Master Blaster,
No small puny intelligence steers me to work faster.
That’s it really, who’s the steerer of your ship, the priest of your temple?
What and who do you hold close to the heart?
What’s kept at arm’s length, who’s left apart?
Life’s a game and too many maps tucked away,
Did you declare mutiny before your ship sailed astray?
This here is a well oiled machine, come aboard if your lost,
But don’t think for one moment I’ll pay your cost.
Being selfless is selfish a real paradox,
For the aggregate of humanity sleeps in Davy Jone’s locker.
Must flip them the key, won’t abandon ship.
Will you abandon or stay?
Not sure if this ship is right for you, spies infiltrate the crew.
Trust is a fickle fuck, good thing the paranoid gun powder was replaced,
Like I said, I play 4D, freedom’s plea stronger than your trumped up insanity.
Vanity isn’t just for plates, raise the interest rates on stakes and watch the vultures devour your paper.
Don’t yell raper, when you laid down and took it.
This rant over, verbal 45 bullet.
This poem is an entry into Tesstamona’s challenge. See her article below.
Freedom Reams with Vulture Dreams