No thoughts of refuge, it’s bad…
throw it in the refuse bag
Mystery miss me coz' I choose black,
History feel me, I can’t refute Dad!
The symmetry of the cemetery
is relevant, you can’t rebuke that…
An emissary mandatory and misunderstood
became a revenant, coz'
I refuse that…

It's funny how the continuum
has become rule of thumb,
when the answer is right
in front of the nose
Cunning to call it a ‘conundrum’
and just move on numb…
The master is white,
in front of the foe…

Eyes fixed on showbiz
the mind of the people in the “box office”
Jinxed to show this...
as it’s not yet time for people of the lost Prophets
Skyscrapers, networks running the sky for the bigger scheme
Life data extracted for hubbing a lie that can **** a seed
Jump on the couch and press ‘On’
laugh, but watch who’s the chess pawn?

I always thought
if I was to go unknown
as a writer, then I
would draw my word…
But no ways, not when I can
own the cipher
to unlock my world!

“a bet?
the Word
VERSUS
the World…
and yet,
the World
VERSES
the Word.”

In a nutshell,
I’m not a circle…
but speed humps ahead
That’s hell…
and it’s not a hurdle
I’m seeking to
jump again

How can I shine?
My city built on a shrine,
tenacity built-in rhyme
My seedlings building time

How can I cry?
When my propensity is a crime
with this integrity in mind...
So much intensity
in my prime

Wow, can I try?