Yesterday, I totally missed it
My whole life is conveniently twisted
Death, I seem to have already kissed it
The book of the damned, I quite easily dismissed it
I’ve recently been self-committed
Out of my own mental house I’ve been evicted
Because the truth of the spirit was not expected
It was spit upon and quickly rejected
So although it appears that I retreated
I played possum to make my enemies think I was defeated
Cause when I sit to write then spit it
Wise words I elicit
That which are not necessarily explicit
But I need to know if to you they are
Love of words and I are now exclusive
I married her because I felt
For me it would be conducive
Knowing we are best friends
And neither one of us are abusive
When I proposed
Many opposed
And yet
The proposal she did not refuse it!
Some of my thoughts that linger
Are strong enough to make me move my finger
Move them to type
Fill lyrics with spirit and hype
Some were erotically psychotic
Some highly spiritual when I got it
Others, diabolically demonic
All stories ever shared here on PV
Of my life I never made up or concocted
Either the pain and skill you either don’t or you got it!
When pain tried to over throw me
I quickly, down shot it
Now the power of my life I completely got it
I am one who acts and reacts
I get pulled back so I detract
When I was younger I fell off track
Picked up my slack
To the lab
I was forced to go back
At times ghastly or ghostly
Speak words of wisdom mostly!
I fight ‘til the end like Mosley
My lines of liberty are not traceable
And my mind could never be inflatable
No matter how much many will find me detestable
The sins of my past are no longer detectable
Request to detest the fear in your chest
Unless you feel it till you’re scared to death
I somehow seem to so easily impress
Without having to systematically oppress
I like my highly progressive progress
For I used to dwell in an emotional hell
But now my home
Is in an everlasting waters from Gods well
My mundane homely plane
Is in my own atmospheric o-zone
Not a home of a copied clone
While I vomit words of a past drone
Whose home is in my dome
Blasting lyrics in my head
Raising up the Volume
For my soul is no longer frozen
For I have decided upon & have chosen
That I shall never again digress
For when I sigh
I cry
I used to wish to die
See my own spirit fly up to the sky
To the heavens up on high
But I feared
To see my daughter see of me, nothing left
So I took a deep breath
Inhaling gas
Tongue was the spark
Then began spitting fire from my breath
Life itself became my igniter & intensifier
It only magnifies the lyrics when I spit it
Cause they all come from deep within my spirit
You could listen when you hear it
But you gotta come close and real near it
Don’t hate or even fear it
Cause I only spit with non-poisonous wit
Live my life as a poetic script
More like a screen play
Listen to what I say
I articulate kind words
In hidden messages today
I work hard along with hard play!
I shall forever be the same
A man who is nearly bravely insane
Who speaks with no kind of shame!
And without having to leave any marks
Like beauty
Last book Revelation type tattoo on the skin
With God
I will always win
Because I love what I write when I write it
You can do your best to try to fight it
But you’re gonna get squashed once I recite it
And the populace will find delight in it
Because rather than the sword
I have more power with the pen
When I write with it!
SkTzO