So it begins, my artistic diagnosis <br />that leads me through the waters like moses <br /> Flash <br />comes the new era the digital hails <br />and the economic empire fails <br /> Boom <br />cracked skulls from thinking the wrong stuff <br />wonder if we should detox from our erotic lust <br /> Gas <br />we inhaled too much now are dizzy <br />spin, spin our generation, asking at night 'who is me' <br /> Graffiti <br />on the walls that spells 'change' <br />I demand the depth of a sweet strange <br /> Fresh <br />Da vinci glamor that paints Mr. Kings dreams <br />pinch me am I still dreaming these things <br /> Swallow <br />your tongue if it professes bad luck <br />rolled the dice and won some mega bucks <br /> Yes <br />the laws of the cosmos do work <br />just need skyscraper tall belief, now go berserk <br /> Dance <br />in space where hell is no longer at our feet <br />now I wonder is there a world of kings? If so save me a seat <br /> Doubt <br />planet earth is an orphan among galaxies <br />just thinking outside the box with curiosities <br /> Quantum <br />thoughts glowing past corner knowledge <br />blood burning with passion like needles injecting acid <br /> Dilemmas <br />we all go through in our own place <br />like nanobots can't see my problems, have to look past a smiling face <br /> Once <br />believed that failure was my genetic trait <br />but truth be told we all generate our own fate <br /> Hold <br />my own counsel when I'm an ounce low <br />tell me why if there's billions of people here why I feel alone <br /> Brand <br />new times so ask, as a people where are we? <br />these are a sprinkle of words if your thirsty<br /><br />Angelo Velasquez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sprinkle-thoughts/
