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

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

This viewpoint, below seeding, holds clear thoughts, dip fact helps sow fresh forms to dry sprouts that are low, break walls, direct blow: upgrading lower areas with sinks.

Concepts to do flips, release color, behold tips; dancing visions, as one team, moving bent twists; showing 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 playing cheerfully, doing a bop.

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

Spirits speak of rules, bring laws to follow; governing never had fear of any tricky strike action, without sending anger, baring 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, close is all issues: retain my harmony.