do you recognize my passion
& what happens, when my heart & thoughts start clashing
relapsing, into the past when
my pain was masked in
adult beverages with Coke splashed in it
slit leaves like throats, to release tobacco; then smoke’s stashed in it
an over indulged imagination, exposed through closed caption
for those, who appreciate odes & prose composed, in an orderly fashion
cerebrum dancing; looking so handsome, in a b-boy stance hun
advancing whenever my hands run
across the canvas with an avalanche of satisfaction
lights, cameras, action
it’s okay to say, damn son
this was made, for you to glance in
& get a glimpse beyond this man’s brim
not just to understand him; you will never understand him
more so for you to know, if you ain already know... he’s outstanding
self indulgence
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