Berlinlight
Written early hours of a morning in Berlin

Waking up
With the Berlin light
Sets such a sight
Upon the height
Of the buildings, deceiving
Architectural history bleeding
What a plight to be in the here and now
Feeling it all now
And you gotta trust what's right
And you gotta feel the might
Of the energy the night
Sparks upon the gentle bite
Set aside and stepped up like a beacon
Shining can I get a rhyme and can I
Feel the beat, the heat of time
That takes me back to when we
Were meant to meet
How fleeting was that moment, stoners
Caught up in the flow the show
Gotta get up and go
Until you know you show, don't let it go
Just eat the ebb and flow for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Cause you're a winner, a grinner,
Not too much of a sinner
But doesn't mean your choices had substance,
A never ending love trance
Caught up in the hip hop fun dance
Who did you think you were,
You never even liked hip hop
Don't stop, just keep rocking
Like the rock 'n' rollers
Keep your steep set up upon the crystal shoulder
Told you once, told you twice, don't forget my might
Might as well step aside and push aside
Those unwanted entities,
It's felt, it's entropy
Don't step aside, just squash the uninvited
Kill the empty hollow of what you don't even like
And just because it was written but never said
Unforgiven, never carved in that stone
You paid so much for
Fuck it, forget it
Effervescent and untold
You're so cold
Don't give me the cold shoulder
Take a second, bring it backwards
Up in the over turned language
Unto which you teach your dialect
So bespoken, so unbroken
Overworked and underpaid
What a jaded intellect
Before you introspect
The token, the motion
Set aside like a lava lamp, unspoken
Were the words that you thought could describe
The tribe you're a vibe
Fuck off into the light for all I care
I'm not there, can you guess who I am
With these glasses on,
Can you even see?
How it's meant to be?
How we are all to be?
Fuck you and your masses
The lot of you are just embarrassing
Everything we've worked towards
Such a violent stand towards
The end and the beginning
Who's sinning again?
And who's beginning?
You tell me, what I ought to be
dot dot dot
Who I'm meant to be
and a dot dot dot
Peace.
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc



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