The Buck 50 Blues --- Provoking the physics of definition with simple strokes of my pen - I have made the page react with what i give back as written is the Ritalin buried within every message I have ever brought to stage - pathogen like - this fluid rule irreputedly Cruel dominates metaphor duels like needle’s resting comfortably on the wax of your favorite jazz tunes - as – For and again Im caused to raise my pen defending word within the writers pen where Common is this plague of simple rage attempting its coming of age conspiring to alter my life’s developing story page by pain staking page - revealing my – Lonely as but a place I choose to remain out casted over my outright refusal to conform putting to death exactly who I am and choose to - BE – Quiet n slow as LOVE goes out to my friend’s n foes who do not know I control how My Trade winds blow - as comfortably Im- Raised by words stolen from life - know that Im not moved by the smart remarks of those who think their winning while obvious from their minds an elders valuable knowledge has gone missing- while steadily studying Pimp poetry Im dress in flowetry revealing that Poetic hoe in me to mock questionable flocks as irrelevant as faceless clocks- simply Because – Deception wants close to me as if bonded like Co-Ds after realizing my PEN was that Ox running through cell blocks - but today – Everyone seems to have something to say as if dying to be held in regards with worthy begins - but being broadly Hip to verbal tricks laid down by hypocrites - proving From darkness we derive truth of lights deception while things gone round return to their origins as obvious unfolds as We come know what we NEED to know – AND so long as perceptive prisons not are torn to the ground, integrated thinking will not be allowed and the hazing of our unity continues on lying bruised, disrespected & dormant on the ground – and it just may be that -. By today’s standards my written accomplishments may just mount up to nothing short of old news as it remains obvious that Ive always written the buck-50 blues forever including information one can use - but don’t be fooled as- I dare you to Blink once and let me breathe thinking, aint no metaphor up my sleeve – Farming phrases with a message on my mind - trust it gives birth to knowledge every time. . James “Cruel Intentions” Earl
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 15:50:01 +0000
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