Just Breathe, The Air Is Lethal. Poem by Leonard Dantzler

I sit in the sky on my balconied cloud
I peer at the world as a spectator
They scurry about so busy
Too busy to realize that they are too busy

I buried the heart of the world in the chest of a girl
Detonator head, Explosive heart
I wait for it all to be blown apart
She is too patient to realize they're not patient

I tossed the soul of purgatory in his eyes
Black as the night, White as the wind
Burdened by the Grays, they brand him defected
He didn't need to be needed, the weaklings trait, he wanted solace

I withdraw the fallen heaven from the earth, Eden
And they still search, needless
I still the winds and water to steal chaos and disorder
I reached to outer world to bring forth new life with the lives that already wander

I pressed the world into a molding of a sculpture to be sculpted
I shaped the lives of the suits and the sweets, the broken and the beat
I bring surly as I take and I do it all with love
Love is what you make it, so ask me no longer to define