"My Name is SION"

My name is Sion…
Not like the car I’m like the human
The one that spits so many verses I make dry climates humid
One of God’s only children 
One of God’s only children that was plagued by board games
Electronic battleship was my best friend but we didn’t know each other’s names
As a kid, I sat and I napped upon the lap of luxury
My life was far from hard knocks
I used to smoke fraggle rocks 
And walk the streets of Sesame
I grew up with thoughts of internal mind expansion
That’s why I surround myself with my intellectual companions
Think outside of the locked box and no I’ll ever open it
7 out of 10 chance I’ll get struck down like other bowling pins
So for now it’ll stay locked and I’ll walk around in purgatory
Observing the wording and learning humanity’s journey
The planet turning so earthly I extract the facts worth serving
Question reality and finality like with a passion always yearning
So I’ll make love to similar thoughts that I consider worthy

My First name is Matthew…
I’m a (M)aster
Of (A)rt
Breaking through double (T) walls 
With a (HEW) of greatness
I’m here to manipulate emotions out of your heart onto your faces
Matthew’s a little formal but you all can call me Sion
To find me I’ll be the only dude at my funeral with a better tie on
But wait, I ran through my finish timeline and told you how the story will end
Let me backtrack my writing and tell you how it all began
god caught yellow fever and e-mailed my parents the color blue
They marked it as red; then it was said
That pigment came into their view
My parents painted me into existence, and when they finished designing my heart 
I crawled off from their tan canvas and soon I began to walk
I walked to the nearest keyboard and began typing my plans
Of how poetry would shape my life like wind storms shape the sands
As my thoughts were gaining speed 
My fingers began to bleed 
Like lightning each key striking and my words blew up the computer screen

I walked to the nearest keyboard and began typing my plans
Of how poetry would shape my life like wind storms shape the sands
As my thoughts were gaining speed 
My fingers began to bleed 
Like lightning each key striking and my words blew up the computer screenMy words remained on the shards of glass so ingested them with a quickness
My parents rushed me to the hospital so they could diagnose my sickness
They told me that any poems I write would contain eloquence and heart
And I can plug into social outlets and my mind could decipher the sparks
But from all the ingested glass my mind would begin to change
As my thoughts produced the words my tongue would create the nail and frame
So you can hang my poems in the dark recesses of your brain

And I will…
Enter your hearts to release the pain
Tear through the bark that encases the veins
Give a c-section to the clouds to relinquish the rain
Because my soul is on fire like a lion's mane of butaneAnd just like Michelango would stare at an empty ceiling
I’ll paint my words to your cerebrum to create a penny for my feelings
When I returned from the hospital, I went to sleep for years to dream
Of how poetry would unfold my life like origami creates the seams

But as I.. 
Walk through the valleys of the shadows of the men
Who took poetry for granted to put seven digits at the end
I treat my words like spare change and I make donations daily
You can call me obese brightness here to cancel out the Slim Shadys
For when the day arrives that death holds my words within its shackles
It’ll be just like installing smoke alarms on the Sistine ChapelPeople say that hate’s a strong word well so is Love
And I’m just a tourist on this planet earth and I have no seen enough
I’m just a poet on this planet earth and I have not said enough
My name is Sion
And I’ve arrived from the sky
To blow your heads up…