Wolf Weaver

Used to be a lone wolf rider,
We have those we love
And those who weave webs like a spider.
Catch me if you can,
The phase of a lone ranger,
Dangling in visible danger.
I'm a stranger to this matrix time chamber,
Galloping through my mind-scape
With me pen as a light sabre,
Integrating my Darth Vader.
Howling under a yellow moon,
It's never too soon to prevent our own doom.
Make some room for nature to bloom.

Inside my ego I saw self pity,
It prevented me from getting gritty
To create something pretty.
Now I take the rough and smooth,
Turn it into my own groove,
Transmute my pain into something that can soothe.
I've got nothing to prove,
Word weaving to elevate the mood.
I'm not writing for poetry,
I do it for soul food.
You see, my own entertainment
Is to enter my Self attainment.
All is mental yet the heart is instrumental,
creating waves in the spectral,
Its melodies becoming astral,
Tuning my inner temple.

Not all truth is found in a sample,
Like scientific priests trying to prove
Phantom viruses are harmful.
Mind over matter is my example,
Yet I'm mindful to know that
My environment determines my health,
It's a reflection of my internal self.
So I dance within the chaos in order
To feel, to see my consciousness getting broader.
To see the beauty in disorder
Because order is found in the chaos.
You see, there's only two tribes, man and womb-man
Masculine and Feminine, positive and negative,
Ones' and zeros' and in between is neutrality.
I want to build bridges of love,
Bridges to infinity.