The moment I write something
and it is mainstream,
so I stood and stop,
because it's mainstream

Don't read me with wordplays
because it's too mainstream;
I just played some words,
and boom, it's mainstream

**** me with your pen
your words are mainstream,
please be deeper,
don't go mainstream

Some point in your life,
you are mainstream,
dying for attention,
when you've lost inside your mainstream

Oh so bitter, the honey coated poison,
Thus was thought this time, I’d be different,
but the table turned on me, now none is free..
You say: I care, I really do…
But the only I hear are the last words,
but not for you.

Your skin pale, eyes slitted, poisonous venom..
every soundtrack of your wordplays:
only mean, I care when thou is necessary.
When I am a necessity, an item..

You take my hand in lose grip, and hope..
I’ll fall for it, I’d say yes but you’re a trickster.
None took until it was said what was craved,
you say the eyes are the window of the soul.
So that’s why you close your eyes when you say ….

You’re not needed.

There must be more wisdom
Caressing your tiny white hairs
Than to care who is right or wrong
Or argue about who makes excuses or truths.

I'd rather trace the map of your past
On your unshaved face or wrinkled forehead
Than to guess the answers
In your wordplays or wordwars.

I think it is better to enjoy your food
Than think about how your belly got bigger.
I still find something **** in your dancing steps,
In your silent smile or whispered words.

I would rather imagine your arms around me
Than your absence on my weekends or my tomorrows.
But I also enjoy the safe distance when our eyes meet
Or the dangerous proximity smelling your presence.

I got pictures in my head of your romanticized image.
Memorized by my heart beating louder than your colorful watches.
Why should I think about possibilities of regret?
When I can just follow my bliss here with you.

Now It's Clear That Some Heads...  
Need To See That I GET IT... !!!  

That...
ARROGANCE And EGO...  
..... Can DISCREDIT.....  
  
Your Claims To Be IMPRESSIVE...  
In Art That You're... Representing...  
  
Now It Could Just Be...  
JEALOUSY Or ENVY... ?!?  
  
of The... Level of BELIEF... !!!  
That Might APPEAR To EXCEED...  
..... HUMILITY In Me.....  
  
But It’s Simply THAT...  
And That’s... A FACT... !!!  
  
Or Maybe It’s THIS...  
The Current SOFTENING...  
of How People Live...  
Well In FACT EXIST... !!!  
  
Due To VIRUSES...  
And... Contrivances...  
  
That Have Now...  
QUELLED REBELS...  
On... Various Levels... !!!  
  
People Are DISHEVELLED...  
And Just Like Killah Priest...  
Have HEAVY MENTALS... !!!  
  
But NOT LIKE Him...  
Or Guys Like... ME... !!!  
  
Who Is An... ARTIST...  
Who Has MORE Lyrics...  
Than MOST Lyricists...  
Who Are In The Business...  
of Making... HITS... !!!  
  
So TRUST When I Say...  
That... I DO GET IT... !!!  
  
BUT My Wordplays’ NOT GENERIC...  
Or Written For... COMPETITIONS... !!!  
  
What I Write Is SERIOUS STUFF... !!!  
I Know That Some Are Just Poking FUN... !!!  
  
But Some Clearly BELIEVE...  
That BIG VIRGE Doesn’t See...  
That He Needs HUMILITY... ?!?  
  
And Yes I’m Now Talking...  
In The... THIRD PERSON...  
Because... BIG VIRGE...  
Is Just Another Version... !!!  
  
of Who The Man VIRGIL...  
REALLY Is... TRULY... !!!  
  
A Man Who Deals...  
In... DEEP ARTISTRY... !!!  
  
So My... EXPRESSION  ...  
Is Just What STRENGTHENS...  
  
INSECURITIES...  
That Sometimes Reach...  
BIG PARTS of... My Psyche... !!!  
  
But As A Good Buddy...  
Said To Me... Recently...  
  
“Don’t listen to the haters Virge,  
because your use of verse,  
when it’s well observed,  
does show superiority,  
that’s above the artistry,  
that nowadays comes cheap,  
with egos that exceed,  
the place where they should be !”  
  
So You See...  
It’s A DIFFICULT Thing... !!!  
To BALANCE EGOS That Live...  
Inside... SERIOUS Artists... !!!  
  
So BEFORE You Think It’s COOL... !!!  
To Start Making CLAIMS...  
And To Hurl Abusive Views...  
  
About An EGO...  
That You ASSUME...  
Is A... MASSIVE Part...  
of The Big Virge DUDE... !!!  
  
DON’T Get It CONFUSED... !?!  
  
I’ve Said It BEFORE...  
And I’ll... Say It AGAIN... !!!  
  
My Style Is RAW...  
And DOESN’T Play...  
  
… I STAND ALONE... !!!  
  
And DON’T Write For The Folks...  
Who Take Life For A JOKE... !!!  
  
I’m A SERIOUS Bloke... !!!  
Whose Poetic Quotes...  
Are Those That Go...  
With The Type of Egos...  
  
Whose Art Is DOPE... !!!  
  
And This Has Been Expressed...  
By A NUMBER of Heads...  
On The WORLD WIDE WEB... !!!  
  
From DIFFERENT Continents... !!!  
  
And From Those Who Were There...  
And Were In MY PRESENCE...  
When I’ve Performed Poems...  
LIVE And... DIRECT... !!!  
  
So That’s Right I’ll DERIDE...  
Artistry That I Find...  
DOESN’T Exercise...  
My Body Or Mind... !!!  
In Ways That ELEVATE... !!!  
Or Make My Hips GYRATE... !!!  
  
And BELIEVE Me When I Say...  
That I KNOW My Art Holds WEIGHT... !!!  
  
And Is Just NOT Seen As... GREAT...  
Because My Ego DOESN'T DEFLATE... !!!  
  
Around Those Who BELIEVE...  
In The HYPE That They Receive...  
From The Media And TV... !!!  
  
And Because...
UNLIKE These Heads Who EXUDE...  
… The Type of EGOS...
That Could COVER Up THE MOON...  
  
I DO TRY To Keep Mine COOLED...  
  
But To Write In The Way...  
That... I NOW DO... !!!  
  
“ Of Course I’ve Got One Too ! “

I let the sparkle float the air
surrounded yellow, oh so, frail
for it, I could reminisce
for she is, my Everest

I have forgotten how to write,
nothing came to empty mind
darkness always made me rhyme
grief, the anger, and, of spite

but, she, my ever-rest
took me off the scary edge
led me to secure-ity
against all my diverse-ity

Wordplays are beyond me
[create-TV-tea]
but I had it, and it is
so I go back without the rest
and pause,
period,
leave.

When I say my words are powerful,
I mean it could both be
for the worse or for better.
When I say my words are heavy,
I meant it for hurting, rolling punches
or for lifting and helping hands.
When I say my words could ****, I mean it.
No wordplays or metaphors needed.
If I say my words feels like kiss, I mean it.
I know how to wield them in battlefield,
I know how to write with them for poetry.
So when I say my words are powerful,
I mean it could both be
for the worst or for the best.
So for you my darling lover,
or prospective enemy,
what’s it gonna be?
So here’s to you, my chosen, my love,
or potential slave and loyal servant,
who do you want to be for me?