The Statement I cast down my fortress and strongholds that has been built since my birth. Knowing now that the dividing of legs and the conquering of woman doesnt give man his worth. The number of rooms, in my castle the amount of gold in my dungeon. The chariots at my disposal, no it doesnt mean nothing. Unbed the unwed, walking and not knowing the undead. Lacking true knowledge the unread, starving for this the unfed learning mind body and soul the unsaid. Bread, from kings and queens. Now chains and rings, are the things, that bring joy to the world and thats disgusting. Building pressure combusting, desires with fires lusting, after you write on money that its God that youre trusting. Saying it with a straight face what gall, while no civilized nation falls, crumbling like Jerichos walls. Scratched by the demons claws...pause Look into the I of the storm, as I perform, surgery with the scalpel My tongue torn and my blood is yet warm, recovering in a poetic dorm. Egotistical linguistical, logistical and realistical everything but statistical making phrase these days down right mystical. Im cable satellite direct and dish, With the wave of a pen the flick of my wrist. I whip up something sweet, a well served dish. A wizard with words, go ahead and make a wish. No myth just a gift, if if was a split, a drink with no ice, just served stiff Float, Float on better yet drift. Can you smell what Im cooking go ahead take a whiff. Wind is in the opposite direction you might not get it. Swing at my style you may never hit it. Guilty and arraigned I just got acquitted. Some may question The reason that I did it. POETICALLY I spit it, POETICALLYIMGIFTED. Peace
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 17:43:06 +0000
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