Alight On A Paradox

Alight On A Paradox

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

8:58 PM

Poem by: Mmace Heavyhammer

Product of: Heavyhammer Productions™

Produced with: Humble Pride right here in the USofA

Dragonflies dance, spirit of the dragon, man, I thought you knew.

When Mmace is on the beat, your going to feel that groove.

Eccentric unique as a unicorn, torpedoes' loaded in torpedo bays.

Stealth bomber classified, is the ship that I fly.

Boom, boom, boom, cannons denote festivities, joy and love, mirth and frivolity, cloak of invisibility, they thought I was gone, but I have been here a bump on a log.

If I were a frog, thirteen for eighty-five cents, paying the rent covering bills, have not seen a dime for my art, do not know that I will.

I am a starving artist, though never without, or hunger at all.

God has provided everything I have needed, and He has, and God will, as he has all along.

Stop, alight upon the frond.