The boy-
The boy pushes forward-
So un-tainted by those tainted thoughts-
He inhales and exhales painting poetry with vocal gloss-
Using hip-hop to help composite a symphony-
Holding tightly in his grip his very own destiny-
And what re-mains most interesting-
The curiosity-
His curious nature brings-
It defining-
Him-
Which is so undefined-
Rendering his thoughts-One memory at a time-
Using a pallet of letters to continue to write his rhyme-
This here is his beauty-
His actuality-
His factory-assembly line-
And if you factor in-that kind-wicked heart-
You have continuous sunlight to aluminates the dark-
The spark is his-but the flame he deems yours-
The artistry is mine-But the fame is for ******-
Alone that boy stands ready for war-
Holding destiny in his hands-ready to soar-


PRIDE-PEACE-PRESSENCE-POETRY