The second I became fearless/ was the moment I became peerless/ when I was born it wasnt balthazar, caspar, and melchier that came, it was tyrone, tariq, and dante that came reading passages that were torn from ancient prayer lists/ somewhere between premature departure, and emeritus/ undiminished eminance/ as I laugh at those that claim king of what they graze upon but cant calculate zebra sprints/ im homer penning the iliad, disposing in proper order the siege of troy/ im the ghost writer of alexander dumas stuck in the future inscribing mantras in Sanskrit, purposely placed in remote locations that you can only reach by government officiated convoys/ my mind is grandeur/ of lately my walks have been long like the santa monica pier/i wonder how many peoples mouths my name is actually safe in here/ self contained like segmented modules on space crafts, my cranium can be caught at any point in the day somewhere in monte christo pedalling the latest monte carlo/ or speedboating on a casablancan seaport in northwest morocco/ God chose a temperamental peter, a thieving matthew, doubtful Gideon and Moses, an inebriated noah, dont let them substitute future truth, with past proof they show/ the internet and public record tell you to stop because your mistakes will live forever so your only chasing closed doors/ I just hope you hear God when he says go....
Posted on: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 17:41:52 +0000
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