Fool’s fury like a fuse,
ignites the well inventory
Careful, I’m fuming my muse,
I might just tell the infant story
Burned and banned, pages mistaken for gambit
Learn about a Man whose sage is taken for granted
Desires so inspired sometimes the eyes go fiery
He denies it all inside, sometimes the tides go feisty
Surreal catastrophes when this young man’s
resilience’ pushed to the limit
Real Atrocities haunt him more than the
villains of Kush and Kemet  
3 witches align his life like Macbeth,
3 wishes grind his knife, it spikes backpack.

Mediocre, vanity
Being Sober, sanity
It’s over, Humanity!
Being Roma, fantasy
Me and Jehovah, insanity
Supernova family.

The stairs to this tower…
I climb like playing the cords of harmony
Stare at this power of rhyme,
like the pain and thought
between my Mom and me

a Drop of a coin and it’s hard to bring
I’m a drop of the soil with a Heart made of string
No Musician, no Entertainer…
Life’s not wrapped in ribbons
Just precision, no ignoramus lines rapped
Good riddance!

Impasse is prompt of vision
In case, you thought of a mission…
In fact, call it conviction
Impress the court of diction
Impact the fraud and *fiction

...But the Word is the North Star...