As you read my poem and these stanzas as they stack
I want you to tell your self that...

I'm am of a different breed.
bred from a different egg, with an edge that's
smooth but cool like the breeze on a mountain edge

Tell your self that...

I am so spontaneous and explosive.
Not even my own notions knows this.

Tell your self that...

I am awesome, amazing, and advancing in me engagements.

Tell your self that.

I'm writing a poem with an overly excessive name.
I'm overly excessive with my obsession.
Overly excessive with being different.
Overly-over all the situations partaking in the hyper irrigation of the words from my head to the  paper causing stimulation.
We all have that overly excessive stimulation fixation
we like to partake in.
Addiction is what makes the world go round.
Chasing violence, money, *** and who knows what else.
It's all greed.
We even chase greed. We just give it different need.
War, Currency, Women and who knows what else.
I'm writing a poem with an overly excessive name.
A poem with an overly excessive greed.
An overly excessive need.

Self approval.
Self denial.
I can't seem to find the file that allows
self defile.
Innocent youth.
Corrupted age.
Read a book without a page.
Impossible.
What is a book without a page it's nonexistent.
Like the lack of confidence.
It's,
absent bliss on a kiss to the dis one kid says to the other,
like the abuse of, from the father to her brother and mother,
or,
hate that discriminates and makes race the way to keep pace.
We're nameless.