Skit-Zo [ Schizo]

** Notes** should I finished the rest of
this? I'm not sure if I should or not..


In The state of being called delusional.
Suffering from intellectual deterioration.
You know where I’m locked in my
Own secluded area, disorganized.
The world want to call us a loony, but
I just called it being unstable, unfit, or
Even a little paranoid.

You know the comparison between
Heaven && Hell, the complete
Opposite of sanity.
You know when you
Think your own shadows &&
Silhouette are following you..

[The Scream]

“ Please stop following me”,
The scream represents escape of
Configuration. As sounds
Plays in my fragile mind..

A struggle of gaining control.
As the laughs, enthusiasm play
Carried on beyond the
Echoed whispers that
Plays a tune in my skull..


[The Echoed.]
“You can do it, do it now”!


As I’m being stalked by the
Devils pleas, I’m crying &&
Slashing amongst the victim
Of my own flesh
Engulf from my own
Corpse that are laying
Within a puddle of my
Bodily fluid.

Brenda Had a Baby [ Tha' Story ]

Off my pregnant mind..

I tend to give birth

to such a creative mind..

Demanding respect

but how can I show you

respect if you don't...

even LOVE or Respect yourself

enough to

even gain respect...Selling your soul to a

one night stand..now you

pregnant trying

to figure out what man you going to put on the

list to received your free welfare, asking

Maury can he define your

Baby father, or

being a 1000% sure he is..

your Baby Father... But now

the results are in... && Maury saying..

When It's comes to your 2 year old baby..

Black Man, " You are not the father"... so now

the embarrassment && the tears, when the world

has now graded you as Hoe..

But Then........

Six Month Later, you have now looked

into furthering your search to finding out

Who your Baby father is?

Which is sad, because if you just would

of

had more respect for yourself then this

search could of been shorter, but instead..

Your just another " Brenda That Had a Baby"..

now your just another statistic in another

Nigga lie.. Now The Baby is just another

Bastard...

That's deep because I'm sure you

was a women with so much potential..

BUT you was another women that hung

out with the wrong crowd, you let them

trained you into being something that you

had no intentions on being.

" Another Brenda That had a baby".

To be continued.....

UnExxpected Feat Miss Poetic

All there is to know that she was abruptly just standing
In front of me, turned around she was gone..
Kind of like a darken illusion with a
Silhouette covering the rays of her
True images.. All I can remember is
The subtle curves, && the sensuality she
Left behind. Although her face was blurred
Out, I thought she was thee most gorgeous
Women ever… or maybe it was the
Infidelity of lust that surround my
Intellects with adultery..

Now That my gentleman senses has been
Turned off by this women that
I have never seen to get a clear
Vision of.
All there is to understand is that he was slowly cast in my presence like
An angel given possession over my soul..
Accept in a blink of an eye he had disappeared from my sight.
He was the ying to my yang, the night to my day, and the cloud to my sky, .......
but only for the moment being
For those few seconds it was as if time took a stand still
so that i could appreciate his frame that with no doubt led to a deeper being
......that i would probably never experience because my physical and emotional being.... was linked to someone else.
The feelings that i felt could possibly have been real or where they just feelings of eroticism because he was not mine....
Now that my woman senses have been
Turned off by this man that
I only seemed to see in the blink of an eye.


To Be Continued.

S. E . X [ Sensationl.ExXpression ] remix

The sum of the structural and functional
differences by which the male and female
are distinguished.

Intertwining with passion, with the
extravagance of enthusiastic measures;
fondling with your desire for intimacy.

trying to define your sexual character,
Let's start with a sexual prelude. Touching,
kissing, embracing, && teasing.. Teasing
you in ways of satisfaction, kissing amongst
your Erogenous zone.. testing your anticipation.
bringing our climaxes together.

" Whispering"...

CAN YOU HANDLE THAT? watching your every
move through the rays of a "MIRROR". OMFG
the way you moan is so soulful.. My love is the
acoustic sound that rejuvenate the soulful sound
of Sade's LOVER ROCK" . it's the melodic of strives
i put forward; that embrace U.. That have you
"LOVESTONED".. my S.E.X is the " ART OF NOISE"
because it symbolize the " MOVEMENT OF LOVE"..
The way that bed rock like a percussion, the way
your voice constitute the essence of the S.E.X!

See my S.E.X is " STRONGER THAN PRIDE" because
I'm no " ORDINARY LOVE" I have that combo
of "LOVE DELUXE" that have me extending far down
for the top to bottom.. like Earth is far from
the Sun. absorbing && engrossing every
aspect of your S.E.X.. One question
can you believe that?

Lustful Eyes

Lustful Healing, you said
that your mate wasn't capable
of your sexual healing. Fulfillment
he couldn't touch your sexual result.
but you quoted that You love him
and that he was the man you want to
spend the rest of your life with..

but..

looking for someone to
spend a one night stand
with. You wanted to be
fulfilled of your wetter
issues, you wanted a man
to penetrate deep within your
closes climax. You wanted to
cherish every inch that was
invaded in your privacy you
wanted your sex drive to be
pleasurable.. I mean you wanted
your hair to be pull && ass
smack harder.. you wanted to
drop back && get your eagle
on, && wanted to back that ass
up && fucked to ultimately..

You...

Wanted your vagina revolutionize.
you wanted experience over love;
you wanted wanted him to fuck you
like his inventing the sex.. But
in up falling for D.I.C.K

Within The Pain

In continuation of Pain pills.


Sometimes I feel that Death is my
only option, because Where in life
do I stand? I have so much Hate for
the world, Like I would kill some odd
people && then have a reason to turn
the gun amongst my brain. Why believe
when my own flesh decide to make a mockery
of me; by taking advantage of my pride.
I stole something I could never get back..
They raped my virginity && stored something
within side of me that would of been a bastard
if I didn't cope with abortion. Now mentally I have
reviewed image of that very same day, that day will
never be put beside. I would have to live with that
for thee rest of my life. Four brother's rapping there
only sister && one brother getting her pregnant. demeaning
history. Why live? when my face is remember across the
nation for created controversial at such a young aged.
Why not be not be made of a example of death? Re create
so I can be re birth with a fresh && renewed image, because
right now I feel like death should be my only escape.

Pain Pills

I think I made up my mind. Yep! My mind is made up already.
I feel that I’m terrible at everything, I’m addicted to
Pain pills, no one never asked or wonder
Am I all right; they just see what’s on the
Outside && run with it, they never sit
&& Analyze the true fact.. They look
Me dead in my eyes && can’t see
That I’m strung off Vicodins.
I hide myself within fake smiles
&& Fake laughter, all my life
I had been one of the ones to have
A family that really never gave
A damn about what I did. I
Noticed that because when I
Was little they just sat there &&
Watch my brother’s rapped me of
All my self esteem.. Rape me out
Of my dress, && begin to forced
Entrance && all I could do was
Cry within this blindfold they had
Wrapped around my vision. But
The world fail to realize that I’m
Scarred, they judge without even
Knowing my story behind the
Darkness of my black dress code..
Wonder Why I’m addicted to
Pain pills, because I’m overdosed
Of pain&& the world tend to
Realize that I live the life of
A Dark cloud && wander why
Jesus can’t help me because he
Made it where I can’t trust nobody
Surround within radius of me.
That’s why I’m terrible @ everything.


Written By: Poetry. Jones
&& Story told by : Poetry. Jones

The Interlude.

The desire to write from the
Soul. A meditated thought,
A self- examination of
Words written in the format
Of a complete thought.
Verbs that is replace with
Strong verbs & Pronouns
That is correct with
Proper pronouns. It’s
The seduce feeling of
Intellects that separate A Man
From A Boy, and Separate A
Women from A Girl.

Turn this into a smooth sound.
Let’s create a ratio of the
Respect of a women..
Like listening to realize sound
Of the Late Great “ J-Dilla”.
Let’s disguise our voices &&
Come back with a incognito
Vibe. I’m deeper than
The oceans blue, My Mind
Is deeper than the clouds
Grayest skies.. Listening
To this sound watch
It relive that day’s of old..

Written for A Young Woman
Album.

Playing w/ words & thoughts

You mean are you looking for someone that is...
Someone who doesn't lie because they know how much
it would hurt your soul.
Someone who loves me just cause its a Wednesday.
someone that it willing to go the extra innings with
you & not let go... Women called that soft, and
don't take advantage of the opportunity to
be loved like this. a lot of them used a bunch
of insecurities & by the time your heart
decides to collide..
they already talking about what happened to them in the past
& how scared they are of love..
Don't matter what you tell them..
The past is scared of Love. Love comes at piece,
its tranquility, patience.. but It's ironic when a man
comes around with the same emotions;
they not willing to accept the challenge..

Team of Three's = [ F R E E S T Y L E ]

I speak truth.. Poetry is the brother to [ hip.hop ]
the insane cousin to Today's [ RAP]..
but none of these affiliate can match to my equivalent..
so down play it.. But now [RAP] has gave birth
to something ignorance [ Auto tune] see I speak
testimony & the subject is Truth.. see sometimes
when I think of [ Rap] I think of dancing with stars..
Cuz every thug out here trying dance &
sell nickel bags until they flop.. Because [ R.A.P]
have me mixed with a Man that repeat his self...
better yet it have me thinking that I heard this
before & then swear that they telling the truth
in every hood rhyme, but yet they trying to
make a movement so they can create dance anthem..
so fuck it I'm going to ripped it until every rapper is
V A N I SH.

Who is with me to spit relentless?


commercial after commercial
nobody remembers the show
due to all of these commercials...

the origin of my brother is my mother
hip hop and poetry coincide
like lyrics over rhythm
dancing along these commercial lines of falacies
being bridged by ass adlibs
and unmastered techniques
ill minded lyricist remain upstaged
by common popular ignorance
overran by demand of those
who prolly wouldn't know hip hop
if draped in Adidas and dookie chains
or created ill stories
from scratch off the top of the brain
rev run popped her cherry
common fell in love with her
cube fucked her raw
but the fads ran trains
and left her for dead
like she was mic with a blown fuse
doesn't anybody remember
when she used to be a muse
so before the next commercial airs
lets take our 30 sec or less stand
and lyrically devour the next
who thought rap...wasn't a slut
that bit the hell outta hip hop...




L. Lorelle- To be or not to be, answer that question for me. .
Breakin it down. . In simple mental history will also allow you to see. .
That writing for started then changed its name to poetry. .
Then branched to drama. . From drama to music. .
All these messages are being sent intellectually. .
Love me, never reject me. Like my father, I respect me. .
Writing and breakin down subjects because i just want
you to see its real. . Something you can feel as more ink
begins to spill. . If i could love you then i would, love you
down love you good, because last time i said i was in love. . .
I was just. . . misunderstood. . Can't Love a woman in her
2nd childhood. . I wouldn't do it if i could. . That'll just make
it worse. . I'll continuously be up to no good. .
Today's music on my block. . I.ma just dumb it down. .
Coloreds actin crazy with magazines and drugs. .
My block is upside down. . I mean i met hip hop
I think i was four years old Not a pretty site really. .
She was dissolving- in her soul. Yesyesyall

W R I T T E N O U T L O U D [ BASICALLY A APOLOGIZE ]

Words I could never
sound out before..
L O V E... truly I took
your heart for granted.
I deny the fact that your
L O V E was sacred. the
fact is I'm grown and I'm over
it. I can now live with the fact that
L O V I N G you was the only
thing for me.. I noticed it,
the lonely nights with out You..
i kind of understand what you
went through.. But I'm a grown
man now && I can kind of admit
that before I was a boy playing
with a grown man emotion.. Now
I'm a grown man & have grown emotionally.
In my mind I can kind of get a feel what
L L C O O L J was going through lyrically
when he wrote " I N E E D L O V E".. Just
the feeling of not having you by my side
is a memory I don't want to remember..
I F A U L T my own self tremendously I'm
just hoping that you could F O R G I V E me?

I'm not asking to start off where we left off.
I'm asking can we begin a new C H A P T E R.
can I prove to you that I'm worthy of another
J O U R N E Y? Before you questioned my
L O V E & yet i never gave you a answered
but L O V E stands for Tranquility, Patience,
foreverness, Mutual bond & What I'm asking
you is if I can walk along side of you in your
C H A P T ER of Success? I A P O LO G I Z E.

Brief Description

Just a written poem, that I displayed for
one of my friends who was going
through something with his girl
kind of distant his self from love,
and now he want her back.

Written By: Poetry.Jones

Hypothesis of Poetry

I function off words of intelligence.
I let my creativity run off
Succinctly measures.
My mind is made up
Of any Thesaurus
Magnitude..

Part me as I deliberate
This incendiary
Flow. You can’t
Fault my gratitude
In this verse..

You can only simper at
The fact that I’m
Obligated to the
Worlds most
Profound arcane.


I’m a noun that followed
Eclectic methods of
Langston Hughes Legacies.
Gleaning down years of
His time.
Photographing every
Original aspect; briefly
Going over it with
My critiqued metaphors.

I merge my power for
Words with the fixation
Of intrinsic sunsets. I
Wow the crowd with
The spectrum of
Electricity I have
Within every pulse
Of my instrumental sound.
Every verb & every noun,
I embrace every aspect
Of fulfilled reflections.

Leave you in a hunger
Mannered; got you
Wondering is this
Piece going to be a
Contemporary, or is
It going to be Dark.

Is Poetry. Jones
Going leave us brutal &
Subdued without
Being bland or do
I take you back to
The days when
Love was issued
Out in classes of
Art’s & Craft.

First Tattoo..

POETRY
" it's the state of expression from
the mind that help me revisit
Life existences."

Bleeding Poetically

Poetry.. You know words that accommodate with expression.
Assessments with the mental aggression..
I spoke thoroughly, but fluently into the mic
so that every word was capable of reaching
& transforming into a sound.. a pitch of voltage
as I fumbled with my [ S's] because sometimes
my tongue get tied. Poetry. It's a hobby, a talent,
& art that tend to intertwine with the passionate
looks of life.. you know it affiliate with the
commonplace of the mind which function into
thought's creativity flowing through the membranes.
I write like this because out of all them
things I mention you can't forget to mention
that it's a blessing of many opportunities of
commonwealth.

....
......
.........

" Just tell me when to start.
My pen is eager to bleed"..

On your march.. get set. Go!

[ Let That BITCH Bleed ]..

L. Lorelle- poetically inclined, take two of these pages
and give em straight to the blind, let em see a glimpse
of the gift God gave me inside. Poetry, i love her, i only
put God above her, she helps me see wat God can do to
you and me, along with one another. . I write spoken word. .
My mind is in the air screaming FREE ME right at the birds,
my conscience have conversations with my thoughts on wat
simply hurts. . Poetry brings me peace it shows you what
all i can do. . I write prayers on pages sending em to God he's
like, "whatever you ask, I'll Do". in cold disperse, writing
every unspoken word that hurts. . Truth be told i forever
stay poetically inclined when worse comes to worse.

....
......
........

[ Let That Bitch Bleed ]...

[ Swift ]

Poetry had died before i'd even turn 13
looked out the window and saw my Poetry perching
perfectly positioned for premeditated missions
got me into institutions where my poetry was missin'
straight jacket hacking; words clinging to my throat
wanna say what's on my mind but i always feel choked
til one sad night when i had a bad dream
eyes still closed but i woke up to scream
Momma don't go; can't stand be alone
without u in this cell; hell Hell's my only home
too far apart is like one step away
back pedal to the past to picture poetic days
and now i'm in a daze and the truth sinks in
Poetry never died...hell that'll be a sin
only lost my mother who left poetry behind
and even she ain't gone for good...i got her poetic mind!

Written by : Team of Three's

Quote

"It has been written once before
but never quite understood until
now"

[ We Our The World ] collabo

I am Poetry. Jones,

an equipped with powerful vowels, i speak fluently within 8 parts of speech..
which they say books are describe to be made up of glue, paper, and ink..
but they forgot to mention that poets are made up of creativity,
imagination,and eloquence of expression.. some people may rhyme
through a ink pen, and a notepad.. But I make my living off directly
scripting my thoughts straight through the system
See me I don't make my living off procrastination or lying on
a hot 16.. talking about bitches & hoes.. I make my living
off free styling my creativity so that my memory can be
under a microscope of positivity.. See how I write i give
off precise symptoms.. I direct all my attention toward the
system.. Watch how I dot my I's.. I'm intelligence from
the attention I paid in school, I'm intellectual because of
all the mentor guided I had growing up.. Don't judge me
because of the color of my skin.. Judge me by the knowledge
i develop within.. Watch Me Dot My T's.. See troublesome
black man I never got within, but see Truth was always
a actual state of mines.. See why others was telling lies
I was too busy afraid to go to hell.. [ Let's Go Poet] Let's
have fun......


I am Ashley Johnson,

Well not really just afraid to be whats in it... Cause the god within doesn't come with failure and he's visible on my paper I pushed him through the pen so when I laid there in the lions den I just wrote where I wished to be and you can do the same with a heart full of life and a mind absorbed in positivity... cause for me, the impossible isn't a possibility I make everything possible close your eyes... Imagine me- a piece of art work in such a rare form- why? cause 1st Im a woman and black I was born...

Amazing how your given only the beginning of a story and you can dress the rest any way you'd like... the future never had a black president in sight... just know that was a vision written in mortal form and now look... on that stand we watch a proud African American MAN perform and with front row seats we see NEVER in action, acting' and his Oscar is won... and on comes the privilege to be proud and raise your son up with no boundaries no fear of going to hell and the mind that gives off precise symptoms toward the system as he dots his I's and crosses his T's... [Lets Go Poet]



Im Moe Trice...


I way to grown for the glitz, glamor and ice..
i spit erratic like K, but my precision is nice...
real knowledge... i spit the truth..so take my advice..
most shit niggas do..aint worth losing your life..
i don't go home cause streets dont need me...
and never go hard cause this shit so easy...
dont pay attention to bitches when they talking like they need me...
i say 75% of all niggas wanna be me...
the other 25 talking rec less like they beat me..

but they lost.. i find niggas pictures on milk cartons..
im the teacher..im laying em down kindergarten...
i got my boys on my side like Tommy, Cole and Martin...
im the thunder..im booming on niggas like James Harden..
im in the convo with best..with no excuse me or pardons..
u on your side kick cause u useless without a partna..
let me stop right here, cause Poetry. Jones, i got chu..

[Let's Go Poet]


I am PoeticBliss

Everything you saw and everything you missed.
The interpretation of a kiss between lips meant to be.
A connection needing protection to keep its chemistry.
Mind like a poetry factory words and phrases cluttered
in boxes and filling cabinets. And with everytime I'm
attacked with words of my own or- they take a
beautiful thing and set bombs off in its core- they
stood up on mics, called me out, declaring war- and
I fought back cause I felt my poetry was worth fighting for.
I stood my ground on my similes and shook them with my metaphors.
Slapped symantex across their faces till their eyes faced the floor.
And with everyone I meet I tried to be discrete but it was a story
of Cane and Abel. The story ends the same with me placed as Abel.
And I'm unable to understand your mental visual, but I don't do eyes,
I do ears and mental. Words with the ability to touch you from your
head to your navel. And anything after that is sensual- a sensation
only retrieved through my vocal- keep spitting as we keep
splittin minds wit our written lines. [Let's go poet]


I am blakdiamon

The hardest element of God's green earth
Rough and uncut
Mysteriously born wise
And filled with mental and spiritual brilliance
With a mind state of PDR Pride determination and resilience
Blessed with a mental and artistic caliber
Unmatched by many, understood by few
More complex than the most complex of the mentally sophisticated peoples
I guess you can say I have a beautiful state of mind
But it wasn't always that
But God blessed me with his wisdom and it developed over time
So I
Come to find that I grew up an extremely gifted prince
to an extremely powerful, passionate, intellegient, talented Scorpion king
And as I sit back relaxed in this throne of my own
Drape my left over the arm of the throne
I give room for the next poet in this poem
[lLets Go Poets]



I am PoeticExpression

Each word i speak is a poetry session. I flow as freely and smoothly l
ike the Nile leaving you in denile that i'm better with my works i compile.
I'm an expressionist, and though you question my passion i'll have you
know I'm a poetic assassin. Cuz i simply slaughter people with my
wordplay in every sentence i say in every possible way. Im
just spectacular, yes that's the correct vernacular. Its my
natural disposition to create such a composition especially
in my position cuz my style is constantly switching. I'm not
called PoeticExpression for no reason cuz no matter if
its a rainy season there's not a single doubt that i
'll ever suffer from a drought! { LET'S GET IT POETS}


I am PoeticallyInsane(ity) [Revision]

Poetry flows though my body's veins, thanks to the heartache and the pain that this world has inflicted
You see, the faces and places I've been think my life they have my life depicted
See but they minds ain't right, somewhere along the way they must've gotten twisted
So now I'm here to ease my pain, and shed some light on the conflicted
See I was was lost body,mind, and soul, in the cruelty of this wicked society
Which allowed my pen to flow on my paper, creating such varying variety
See I ain't out here writing these rhymes, just to receive some notoriety

NO!!! This poetry thing is in me, and I wrote through inspiration
About love, pain, joy, sadness, good, bad, and I write with admiration
I mostly yearn to write about my savior, to save some from eternal damnation
I know it's hard out here for us Christian men and women, but we MUST overcome temptation
Cause GOD tells us of our struggles, but we still must be a light to ALL the nations
So keep your head up and run the race, don't you dare run out of patience
Cause Jesus Christ my savior, is a doctor who's never lost a patient

You see he's been so good to me, even when times seemed bad
Cause I really I missed some trials and troubles, that I really shouldn't had
He's blessed me more than I deserve, and opened my eyes to see true love
And prepared for me a beautiful angel, and sent her from above
She's loves me just for me, and she got me if push ever somes to shove

So I'll be ready when my savior returns, without spot wrinkle or stain
He'll come with the sound of a mighty trumpet, and eliminate our pain
You see I realize that he's been there for me, through the storm and through the rain
But I realize that the cause of my insanity, is also what keeps me sane (poetry) [Let's go poets]


I am L. Lorelle. . .

Not only would i be honored to speak within. Souls matching like Adam and Eve in the beginning giving off vibes with discipline yet again. I speak life. You are the head and not the tail. You'll live forever, trust me my dear, you'll prevail. Crossing T's and dotting i's thanks to my fore father's knowledge and the jealousy they possessed which kept my father from attending my college. Through pleasure and pain you pray. Recite Matthew 6 and 9 everyday knowing our father which art in heaven hears our cries everyday. Official. Using methods of hopes I'm sub sequential messing wit low lives every pay day of a week smoking doing my ritual. Trading Bentley in. Just for the rock of a life time. Trading in the degree my God gave me for a punch line. I'm just saying man they call me MiRaKLeZ for a reason. . I substitute negativity and give you life when reading.


I am Queen Perswayzyn..........


I am LOYALTY
you wanna know what loyalty bought?
me a lifetime of pain and constant deep thoughts
was it worth it?
NO! if I knew I'd lose myself.
The Pain? it's like I birthed it if i could do it all over I'd choose myself!
I am the result of what pain brought left with nothing but lies and true feelings SO......now YOUR in deep thought! Over the loss? I'm sorry that what you offered didn't cover the cost so i walk around covered in frost?

I went for what i wanted and didn't stop wanted him so bad i was willing to fight I even schemed up ways to get him at night So when it came down to the crunches you damn right i threw the punches Yeah I fought but now I'm in deep thought.

If i wasn't so short fused I wouldn't be so scared to lose constantly making a fool of myself self handling the tool handing him my heart to take in a part 2 ruin it, take it and break it its been done in sets of 5 and now its 2 reps walking up and down me like i'm a set of steps and i take it over and over because thats what i was taught I write and pray next time for more wisdom So i stay in deep thought.

I am a bunch of emotions all wrapped up and I journey the paths i choose to take and I stay deep in thought and express it through chosen metaphors I am.ME!


i am Swift

a glitch in the realm of reality; some say I can't be real
so i'm scripted into thoughts of dreamers and movie reels
acting my part of some organic being that doesn't exist
yet they feel my every word and ride each inch of my dick
like oh he's a rapper but he calls himself a poet
honestly i'm an artist; i don't label myself for no one...

[because the script can be flipped and re-equipped to cause havoc
get the mic, hit the stage, hear a beat and have at it
i'm whatever i can muster at the moment u should catch up
my skill's are the only thing you going' hear if you ask me what's up
i am Swift the Misfit and that's the most critical factor]

...so that reel isn't real and i'm definitely not an actor...

[Let's Go Poet]

Being -a- Poet

Being a poet often mean you have tons of theories behind your every lyric. but yet we all tend to have the same interest, and that's freeing the world with more freedom, education, and love.. a life of poet seem to be more out spoken, then soft spoken.. because we tend to always want to be deeper than the usual suspect, but a mind sometimes is a terrible thing to waste.. we live by that rule very often, then usual.. Some may go as far as calling it a hobby, but I would be the first to tell you that this is
my life... I live for the scenery of being able to implement my thoughts amongst a carbon copy of
paper.. Which at some point was blank, you kind of help that sheet a paper become something..
an that's literature.. only thing you determine is if you want it to be manuscript or cursive everything
else is through the mental state of your mind, and unfortunately your soul. I love being able to write,
and defining creativity through the way my pen flows. The way our minds are sculpture, it's like we
the only one's that tends to understands.. because as usual, the world can't seem to find it optimistic
in the ways on why Poets tend to think deeper than the usual.. Instead they question our methods & challenged us to Life as if they definition of life is better than ours.. That's why I tend to stop them
in their foot print of approach and be the first to tell them..

-- One it's a privilege to be amongst the living / or existence.
It's not a promise, and Two it's a state of being.. able to love,
able to pay bills.. not that anyone want to pay bills.. but your
able to work, your able to walk, your able to see.. Not understanding
your methods on how you think life resolve around just you people.. trust
me it's a blessing being able to cope through trials of Good & Bad.. But knowing
me I wouldn't be one of the one's to complain about the situation.. don't have that
much time to complain.

Being -a- poet it help you understand the creativity of your mind. It help you manifest with life
abilities. When truth is we just some people that like to express our thoughts.. Kind of like
the paparazzi but we not that nerve wrecking, we just want our youth to be able to grow up
in a better environment.. so we often vent off into our own little "NEVERLAND" ranch where
everything is going our way