A Song (E R A T B) Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Thoughts sing out intent that aids endeavors, within it hurts, inside striking is stings; which speak words that have comfort: lifting one wing, giving a new concept, accepting it as an idea.

This viewpoint, felt below seeding, holds clear thoughts, deep inside; sowing these fresh forms to dip fact helps, dry sprouts that are low, breaks walls, direct blow: upgrading lower areas with sinks.

Concepts release color doing flips, behold tips; dancing visions, as one team, moving bent twists; showing brilliant things, playful slips, factor tickles, viewing full laughter, smiles.

Lightning leaps go upward, do hop; striking in the far reaches of mind notes, unheard hope sounds pop, it's them: joining together, all fully placed cheerfully, doing a bop.

Sparkles leaping dive done, seen teaching lessons inform their instruction; the visual of this single egg, lying in a nest alive, deposits adding to a happy hive, joys: shine a glittering crystal like the Sun.

Spirits speak of rules, bring laws to follow; governing never had fear of any tricky strike action, without sent anger, carry sorrow: aid view, of a sparrow.

My mind thumps this crisp song, sounds notes helping tell the truth, rings pounds that restructure a loud bong, gives forth strength toward growth, becomes warrior factor a Kong, assists in full victory.

Light beams shining particles inside me, suggesting viewpoints to and probable solutions; forward notions that lift, correct my position; never feeling distressed I, painless, all is, close issues: retain my harmony.