A tiger can not change his stripes.
This is Cloud Atlas.
At any giving moment I’m ready to strike.
To speak with a intuitive eloquent manor.
The barks bigger then the bite and I’m bumping David Banner.

I’m going to,
Strategize, colonize, cultivate, materialize and manipulate common eyes to dissipate.
Politicalize, or political lies?
Moral paradox beyond the sky’s.
Not wise to cut more then eight pieces of life.

I make the past mine.
I make the present time.
I make the future divine.
I want to dispute you with a ryhetorical rhyme.
I make cloud nine a metaphorical food,
My manna
An Albert Einstein to consume in a fashionable manor.


To be continued.......