Turn It Down (Poem)

This world is "all the way turnt up..."

- Which is cool for a party, but this ain't one,

I bank fun,

cuz I know eventually I'ma need it whenever complaints come.

- the negativity

crowds out the love. And, it's killing me.

I gotta turn it all down.

And, turn silence to a tall sound.

It gives me posture.

I'ma stand up guy, but not a mobster,

or tough guy.

I just got enough faith to see us fly.

But, before we get UP, I gotta turn this world DOWN.

Cuz its demands are sands and oceans that drown,

the solid rock that we're standing on,

erodes it til it's almost gone,

and, we're floating in the flow of concerns that they condone.

Nah, I'm built for land. Wasn't ever good at swimming.

So, I rise from waters like Mike Phelps after winning.

But, instead of roars of applause, I pray for moments of silence.

Calm and Quiet are invited to have a riot of violence.

I just want peace.

But, have to fight to cease,

the inclination of my imagination to want noise to increase.

So, part of me can't blame the world for being so loud.

Cuz I make madd noise, and it's hard to turn me down.

But, I know I must. The world needs less talk, more trust.

So, if I ain't building you up, what's there to discuss?

Thus, my words are all out - an open book with pages ripped out.

Silence is So Def... So, I'm just gonna shut my mouth.