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Stories/
conceptualized,/
in my mind,/
give glory/
to the Guy/
in the sky./
I see no dessert/
in the desert,/
yet I eye/
apple pies/
in the sky./
See through/
my sweet tooth,/
and recognize/
my faith/
that I speak through./
Near the father/
of lies, lies/
sneak moves./
In this war/
for my soul,/
reluctantly,/
I'm undercover-/
under shrubbery;/
duckin' thunder./
My senses are/
heightened from lightning./
I'm dodgin'/
a barrage/
of bullets/
the enemy/
wants lodged in/
my noggin'./
Prescribin'/
product you can/
acknowledge./
Graffiti/
for the needy./
Hearts get marked up/
while heads are in/
dark ruts./
I catapult/
minds to the level/
of star dust./
I brand plans/
to man's/
subconscious./
Picture metaphors/
in abundance./
If the paper/
were skin/
and the needle/
were a pen,
I'd be the best/
tattoo artist/
ever seen/
through a lens./
A literary/
director who/
shoots scenes
with Jewish Friends./
A biographer/
with the brain/
of a/
photographer./
I freeze images/
and put them/
above blue lines./
Arctic articles/
with appraisal's/
that's glacial./
What I scribe/
are like blue diamonds-/
just shining/
in your mind, and/
your 3rd eye,/
I'm not blinding./
I'm just a playwright,/
who makes the/
Son's rays/
blaze bright/
on actors,/
even if they/
have stage fright./
I compose quotes/
you can recite/
before/
you say goodnight/
and your soul goes/
to twilight./
Journey with the/
journalist/
who's not afraid/
to say/
who he takes/
journeys with./
I scribble/
pillars/
that sustain/
the parliament,/
or anyone/
who wants to start/
an argument-/
regarding God's/
documents./
So, you can/
call me a/
columnist./
I translate/
brainwaves/
to the page/
with the pen./
Vocal chords shake/
when I make/
thoughts vibrate/
in the wind./
Essays are for/
blacks, whites,/
indians,/
and ese's/
in or out/
of L.A.,/
or anyone/
who sleeps nights/
and work days;/
or vice versa./
This is for/
anyone with a/
birth date./
I disperse verses/
across the Earth/
without/
satellite service./
Intergalactic fragments,/
or whole/
sentences,/
I'm pennin' in/
orbit your/
written retorts,/
whether it's/
advanced or in/
the genesis./
I'm a/
producer/
of lucrative/
literature,/
as vivid as fuchsia-/
themed animated/
cinema/
shown during a/
year-long black out./
I'd draw eyes/
like Matt Groening./
The mack's (mac's) out/
manipulating/
minds/
with/
capitulating/
lines/
I blast out./
I sling ink/
to the canvas/
of your mind/
to make you think./
I expose prose/
that could make/
a scholar's brain/
explode,/
or make amateurs/
go for gold./
An Olympic penman,/
with dark perspectives,/
looking to glow./
Similar to/
wildfires at night;/
trying to catch wind/
and looking to blow./
Spreading hot rhymes;/
I used to burn/
trees./
Now, I blaze houses./
I really/
could write a book/
on how to blaze/
thousands,/
or millions/
of mentalities/
or behaviors/
that lead to/
prison./
Along, pass it-/
how you know/
a poet/
with juice/
for thirsty/
palates./
Pour it./
This fluid,/
I never/
knew it would/
stick to your ribs/
like porridge./
It's important/
as a reporter/
that I implore/
you with stories/
on how to make/
it out of the/
forest./
Observe the/
tortoise./
Stay away from/
the rate of/
speed at which a/
hare runs./
Carry the/
Holy Spirit./
Watch for snakes/
and spear it/
on bear hunts./
This brown grizzly/
opposes/
anything/
your soul needs/
or heart wants./
A creator/
of my own world/
on paper,/
desktops or/
mobile devices./
Download the app/
and discover/
characters hopeful,/
despite vices./
Right./
I'm the nicest,/
writer with mean/
punchlines and hooks./
Call me Tyson-/
No lisp./
Exceptional/
speech on sheets./
Words are/
professional/
when they/
meet and greet./
My hand shakes/
nervously,/
at how I/
handle these lines/
murderously./
Whether a/
hillside or the/
Grand Canyon,/
I strangle thoughts/
purposefully,/
and murder these/
actors-/
Charles Manson./
Of course, I'm/
figuratively speaking./
Too consumed/
by the "force",/
I'm lyrically/
geeking./
I throw no fades,/
or thow no shade,/
but throw heat/
in waves./
There's an/
80%/
chance you'll get hit/
with spit./
A meteorologist,/
at how I rain/
on your brain,/
after brainstorms./
I slingshot words/
your brain can/
gnaw on./
Can't take the Sun/
the Earth gets?/
Well, it's curtains/
as a new/
celestial wordsmith/
emerges./
