I am my own best friend, 
me and my burning pen. 
Together alone 
through everything 
we have been,
my papermate and I 
find myself, I lose my way,  
I lose myself, I find my way, 
I come back around again 
then square I go, 
alone.

Cut the nose, spite the face, 
I got pride, I got space, 
not a number, not a mistake. 
Slave never 
a sheep black as me 
so black I am the light, 
pure light defined.
I have my grace, I have my place, 
I came this way, I come this way, 
all my choice, 
no error, no mistake, 
I always win the fucking race. 

Blood runs the page, 
rage red 
then black hate stains, 
the acid rain
cleans my brain.
I be the sin, I be within, 
black as light, black and white, 
fuck a wall, open all, 
bring it on, come old friend, 
ready ready, good and steady. 

Free as the wind whistles 
clear as the blue, 
shapes reform, sound saves. 
I’ve always been 
in the good lord’s grace.
I know my mind 
within my heart, my art, 
I make my mark. 
I went inside, I seen the light, 
I seen my soul burning bright. 
Silence eats sound and 
sometimes I drown 
but I know my cards 
and I know my stars.
I stay inside the light, 
I shine so fucking bright 
in flight I blaze fire light. 

Ahead of time, 
tomorrow is yesterday, 
the night is day 
and nothing comes through 
there 
nothing in my way. 
Sun streams pictures in clouds,
happy happy clowns, 
golden brown, vacant, down,
yellow mellow, green and sound,
no frowns, 
no more the happy clown, 
pure as my heart be gold, 
black as my heart be bold. 
I know my way 
to the silver tree’s grace.

I saw an eagle in the gold light, 
found more of the black and white. 
I followed it through 
round the cloud, 
behind it hides, 
out of sight, shadow life 
but I see it still the windowsill, 
the light distant dim fills me full, 
bright blue amber hue, 
fuck you too.
Almost green the way it leans, 
the three three three makes a nine 
and the sound in the silence 
gets me down, fills the room 
the raven sound, 
a pelican, a pelican 
drowns.

The moon lights a path in sand,  
fades to white, 
a crystallised vision, 
gold light 
that sings of divine mission. 
Twinkle twinkle, blue star, 
open heart, 
a flower blooms even in dark, 
hope lives inside the art, 
home is where the heart is 
the mind ought to live in the soul, 
a thing that cannot be bought 
nor sold.
Ego, pride, vanity, 
sin sin 
only pure love wins, 
pure white 
unconditional love, 
the full spectrum,  
a rainbow complete, 
pot of gold at my feet.

©JMCole 

https://soundcloud.com/mydystopia/papermate