Now When It Comes To Words...  
I Write On My Notepads...  
My Use of Verse...  
Is... NEVER Abstract... !!!  

But Many It Seems...  
Like To Believe...  
That Abstract Themes...  
Are Great To Read...  
When It Comes To Poetry... !!!  

Which Seems Strange To Me... ?  
  
Each To Their Own...  
I KNOW... I KNOW... !!!  
  
But Come On Folks...  
I’d Kinda Like To KNOW...  
What People Are Saying...  
In The Verse That They’re Relating... !!!  
  
WITHOUT Having To TWIST...  
My Brain Like Shrinks...  
Or... PSYCHIATRISTS... !!!  
  
So That I Can Get Someone’s Poem... !!!  
I’ve Said It Before And I’ll Say It Again... !!!  
  
I Think Straight Speaks Best...  
Rather Than... Pretence... !!!  
  
Or... Talk That Runs...  
Like It Does From Fork Tongues... !!!  
  
That’s Right From These Whites...  
Who Like To Hide Behind...  
A World of LIES...  
That Embraces Fake Smiles...  
And What’s Known As DENIAL... !!!  
  
Which Is Now A Profile...  
That Runs FAR TOO WILD... !!!  
  
In... EVERY Race...  
Which Is TRULY A SHAME... !!!  
  
Which Seems To Be Why...  
Things Are Bent Out of Shape...  
In... ABSTRACT Ways...  
In Our World Today... !!!  
  
From The Gender Blender...  
To... New Age Protectors... !!!  
  
That May NOT Be Abstract... ?!?  
But Seem To Backtrack...  
Because What They Lack...  
Are RELIABLE Facts...  
And TRANSPARENCY...  
As To What They Feed...  
  
You See Abstract Vibes...  
Are Mostly CONTRIVED...  
  
So Tend To Keep The TRUTH...  
Well Hidden From View... !!!    

Which Is Why Hip Hop...  
Is What Now TOPS...  
Global Musical Charts...  
Because of It’s HEART...  
And FORTHRIGHT Speech...  
That Keeps Things REAL... !!!  
  
Well It USED To Do...  
But Now Abstract Crews...  
Are Those Making Moves...  
With All Kinds of Weird Grooves...  
And... DIFFERENT Tunes...  
That Are... AUTO-TUNED...  
To Make Them Sound Good...  
  
But Good For... WHO... ?!?  
  
Young Minds Confused...  
By Abstract Views...  
Expressed By Youths...  
Who Are USED Like TOOLS... !!!  
  
Like Those Who USE...  
Their Verse To SHOO...  
  
AWAY What’s CLEAR...  
With Wordplay Geared...  
To Steer Readers Brains...  
ALL OVER The Place... ?!?  
  
When Their Verse Displays...  
An Array of Wordplay...  
That’s Abstract And Strange...  
And A Little Deranged... !?!  
  
When What They Say...  
And Try To Relate...  
Veers Off The Straight...  
Just Like Chicanes... !!!  
  
Well I’d Rather NOT Have To...  
...... NAVIGATE......  
What Someone’s Words...  
Are Trying To Purvey... !!!  
  
Or That’s Right SUPPLY...  
To My Minds Eye...  
  
Which Is Why My Rhymes...  
Are The Type Inclined...  
To Follow STRAIGHT LINES...  
And Staying On Tracks...  
That Stick To The Facts... !!!  
  
Rather Than Be One...  
Whose Artistry’s Loved...  
Because It STUNS...  
And Is Clearly Beyond...  
Basic Comprehension... ?!?  
  
So Becomes What Attracts...  
These PRETENTIOUS Packs...  
  
Who Are Then Quick To Claim...  
That It’s Great And ALL THAT... !!!  
Because It’s Strange...  
Just Like Their Brains... !?!  
  
That Tend To Be AFRAID...  
of Straightforward Wordplay...  
  
Which is Why They’d Rather Sway....  
To Wordplay THAT Is Defined As.....  
  
Being Seen As....  
  
........ “ Abstract “........

Abstract Love it once was,
unable to grip or grasp,
only seeing false hope,
blindly fumbling, *****.

Abstract it once was,
coldness spread like I was dead,
darkness shadowed and was my shroud.
felt helpless like one behead,
till one stood proud from the
crowd.

Abstract Love it once was,
but when sight brought me toward there,
I knew I wasn't laid bare.
***** no longer had purpose in light,
hope had filled, and made me fight,
the sight of her was if
she was in flight.

Abstract it once was,
now right before me,
as clear as my sight for thee.
even if unclear to her,
she invoked peace with her stir.

Abstract Love it once was,
now concrete as if by chance,
Love lays close near my hand,
thoughts float in my mind like a dance.
What was far seems like close land.

Abstract it once was,
things seem clear once more.
like one opening a closed door.
she and he could it be?
I will never know lets wait and see.

Once a bridge was nothing more than an abstract tool for reasoning. But one day, this very abstract tool for reasoning became the literal direct opposing opposite to this very operation.
(The operation that was meant to be disposed of from the very get-go!)
But something stopped that from becoming a seamless reality...
After all, seamless is nothing more than predictable tension in the right places that don't normally fit into the very crowd of normalities itself.
But the universe is connected by such truths that don't normally (either), point its own self in the right direction full of directionless odds that don't poke and **** your very potential progression forward...if it wasn't truly for the very bridge that again, (as an abstract took for reasoning), points these very directionless odds into a newer meaning than ever before. Hence, an abstract tool (obviously) when dealing with such tension involving the universal boundaries and conditions and features and traits and meanings and properties that surround itself among many other things in its general surroundings that bear itself too much for an actual correct dose of conquest to deal with all at one single time.
Basically, because if that was the actual case (all at one single time...) Then it'd be a non-localized protocol that would pave the way for ALL such manufacturing projects in one single action!
(And non-localized making such advances in the very field of study, for the very meaning that happens all at once, not within the same boundaries from one another, length and size wise.)
Seeing as how big the universe really is, with still too this very date is filled with such EXTREME (unknown sizes and expectations of it, regardless of its own such limits regulated by the very anticipated push for discovery itself). There wouldn't even be a certain timeframe for things to have its own say (in for how ever long they want to take). Instead, you have something happening all at one time, where everything is truly about one thing, and one thing, ONLY...
Nothing is about progression (or even the very process of actually getting it done) when it's all about the bridge that reasons out the very different areas and points of many likelihoods that don't limit its own variety to its own protocols...when their own hunger is trying to go about achieving one's own aim, or goal of precipitation...
When it's entirely longer than the standing idea...that nothing is without flawless results, if and ONLY if...you make it or break its very abstract tool for reasoning itself!
If and only if you do, then you’re looking at yourself as nothing more than the very truthful meaning for "treason."
Once you commit treason... You’re also breaking the connection with the bridge who's meant to connect everything in one single action for conquest. (And not the misguided mindset for simply achieving a consequence full of such disorder.)
If that were the actual case, then everything isn't as connected as one would previously think.
Especially when your very abstract tool for reasoning is the very reasoning for shame in the face of such irrational thinking.
Hence, when different mixtures of fate and probability confront the very limitations (upon their own such instances full to brim of primal instances and events...)
That's when the bridge that is meant to connect an entire universe together.
Becomes the greatest story ever told about a bridge who also...became the abstract tool for reasoning.