MAKAVELI FIGURINE
Passion projects Love objects that we long to collect
And possess, subjects of our consciousness
That suggest the gifts that have blessed
Our identity as we bet and aspire to be the best
Our soul our role
Is it the way we survive
Is it the way we rise to thrive
Feel alive inside as we sit side by side in this ride
Cruising to the sound, treasure to be found, like black stitched leather seats
Home bound to return to the source and the triumphant drum beat
Of our heart who can define this for all, each in their own dream
Since The Fall what is the right thing other than the truth we sing
Delighting in something seen
A deep rooted and massive Oak Tree
The tattood physique of a Makaveli figurine
Ray Lewis’s vascularity like lightning, tackling or dancing
And Richard Pryor in his red tuxedo laughing
A sun set
A dawn
Isn’t love the appreciation and admiration of what we look upon
Marilyn Monroe’s lips or hips or Arthur Miller’s reading list
Mila Jovavich’s Divine Comedy
What are these things that make you you and me me
What we long to be
Like the butterfly flapping its wings to eventually cause a hurricane over the sea
The rebel in Jame’s Dean sensitivity refined
Love objects is the revolution defined
The push and pull
The beautiful baby born and the painted and decorated skull
The twist and turn
The bon fire that burns on the beach sand and highlights your physiognomy
Preciously and I would be melancholy if I didn’t realize you were
Already eternally inside of me my friend
And, then again,
What are the love objects that you see?
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