For Quincy Mac

Like a missile I endeavor to send out these ill words that meet, Skilled while the earth is grounded to my feet, Onset I blend together sweet sounds using the alphabet, No regrets what so ever, a gift for you from this clever creative acrobatic etymologist, A linguist with retrospect, on track Quincy Mac ascends to attack, All about one hundred percent, maxed out, Inspired by other poet’s styles, the fire is felt by what they state, The lines they create into verses, it’s what they invent and represent, These Wordsmiths that calculate endless words for you to hopefully comprehend, Bending thoughts that surely stimulate what’s in your head, Unless the brain has no intelligence and poorly sends useless content, Cognitive dissonance, a human flaw that will try to defend because of ignorance, This prevents the minds performance, So train! With genuine intent and insure well designed maintenance, This will make a difference to your success, So digest this and envision your future accomplishments, These are not divine commandments, Just basic insight sent, Not to offend, But rather for the women and men that see, Including me, That want to have a mind that’s free, Because there’s so much brain washing from this worlds debris, Yes indeed from what we watch, hear and read, So we need positive vibes, Well thought out and ascribed, So forget about unpleasant failure and how hard you tried, Respect that’s the past and no part of the present, So be incessant and pack knowledge that stays mentally intact, And those that are reading this…… this is mainly for Quincy Mac, Peace! Quincy Mac Date Written: 4.4.2016