2 My Brother Jordan Back in history, when doctors explained illness with greatness, I have looked upon Jordan with Amazement, History repeating medication with being different, Being different a greater illness, Yet, his mind functioning over capacity, Our own minds can’t wrap around quadro-cepts of information, Quadruplex tangents of historical lines, Becoming congruent answer sheets, His scores reaching over the clouds, Our own machines judge his talent upon perceived intellect, Missing factual information, A kind of art that transformed creativeness, Bending reflections, giving this young man the light of the Heavens, Let this young boy develops the cure for cancer, Have you seen illness run away, Or hands able to scare away frights, He in likeness jumping over the moon, Vowing not to be silent, His brainwaves jump violin chords, Having true musicians look like fools, Majestic flower tips evolve from this young man’s fingertips, It’s when the doctors come to you, I tell you to not regress, don’t accept lies, grab a jack hammer, Shaking palm tree’s for space, you will stand with the idea of closing rooms, Disgrace of shadows, your own shadow encompasses brilliant photography, His mind takes snapshots of smiles, Showing sincerity figment of light, This young man draws upon the stars, Showing a reflection of past greatness, Taking Langston’s hand upon paper, creating a masterpiece, Showing the roots of movements, Taking the MLK and placing it within his skeleton, Making new dreams present in Dr. King’s crown, This young man took dreams, vaporizing killers, Becoming plant life, growing seed’s in cement walkways, Choosing to not random-nize only choreographing hope, Seeing distress he evokes madness from the depths, Choosing to become greater than Einstein, Painting becomes second nature, Da Vinci stole future idea’s from this young man’s mind, Seeing horrific thoughts cross the pattern with doctor notes, Parents cause and effect, not understanding greatness, Nor the pillars of faith I stand on, Some asking what do the pillars of faith have to do with this young man? Seeming underwhelmed, overwhelmed to the point of self-destruction, I would cross circuit pedestrian’s brainstems, Showing normalcy is not the answer to worldly problems, For a young man’s point of interest deliberately becoming a saving grace upon meadow lands, A land that needs revitalizing, a re-watering of plants, I remember listening in biology, as a teacher explains, Animals and plants become part of the earth, the circle of life mentality, A young man who was carved by the hands of whom created the circle of life, Taking away the touch of “inspiration” granted upon shoe’s meant to run, I would become estranged with rage, I would seek honor giving heroism to the one that manners, A young man who gave me so much to live for, Yet asking for so little in return, His eyes speak of painful memories, I am able to read his cortex, Giving away frequency, reading each others minds completing crosswords, Able to notice music notes entering ears, His hair upon earlobes sing a melody opening the doors of the house that we all enter upon, I see his hands becoming a carpenter’s dream of “anything is possible”, A young man who strikes the bell tower reminding us to keep awake, These words are to adore, to show adornment, to give permission to race towards dreams, I am a witness to a genocide of creativity, A young man who is killed from the inside out, He was given a pure heart, within a young man’s body, That’s why I would seek deliverance, only wishing you read this poem futuristic-ly, Knowing the way you are, is the way you should be, If you enjoy wishing upon hills, drawing stories within an imagination, Drawing a story with your feet, if we looked oversea’s, Under rocks, we would find his initials, He has this way of looking past statistics, No poor or lonely, every widow his friend, A lonesome young kid his best friend, It reminds me of the educational piece, A blue whale has a heart the size of 2 big for us to imagine, So when I speak in terms of a young man to look upon, I wish upon his walk hoping for no change, you depict a reflection, Greater than I, greater than them, your eyes fulfill life with love, Giving out carefree amounts of intimacy, breaking bread was his vision, This young man I wish upon strength to keep reflection into comparison, Not rejecting only accepting, if this poem is anything but truth, Young man, my brother, you’re a hero for the history books, For if they do not write your autobiography, Make this serve as your encyclopedia.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 01:48:46 +0000
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