Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.137.181.111
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
WRITING GAME IS ON Part 1

Writing game is on as long as I’m here,
There with tears as I train your mind to be strong,
Right or wrong, with no strain have sight, not to entertain,
The main man training, always inviting wise thoughts to stain,
My memory, temporary concepts, understood and teleported,
Then sorted subconsciously, invisibly within systems,
Systematically, automatically, unconsciously to the I,
I being you, yes you, only a few see, not you,
This is what you do.....
                               .....fall.....
                                             .....see, way down the bottom level,   

Where the devil mindset creates upheaval using evil,
The Ill, fearing truth, can’t see, the mind automatically flees,
You need to see these things seen through sonic boom narratives,
Putting words through a siv, so they out live, their boring narrative viruses,
I’m scoring on top, unstoppable as I’m thinking and living, so I out live,
Yeah I out live, through rhymes from this mind, always defined,
To those on the firing line who also rhyme, Yeah you know and its time,
Step to this line, and start firing back at what this poem lacks!
I rep trueness divine, and finely defined within my rhymes,
Blind by blindness kiss your ass good bye, it’s do or die,
This is why your nervous system doesn’t try, lazy so dazed in a haze,
Like your mind, aligned with physical perceived stimuli, but again BLIND,
An unkind Creator? Rewind that and reread the words narrated by this narrator,
I got to state to ya, remember I don’t hate ya, hear these words of the narrator!
Thoughts want to escape ya, truth will deflate ya, Check mate, a state made crazy,
Good God, ya don’t faze me, straight dictate fools, 
Decked out mutated and elevated,
Check your beliefs, faded and outdated, 
Accumulated falsely created illuminated untruths,
You know my pens energy is ruthless truths, made it, 
Directed by and can’t deny it, My Spirit.
But I question, “Do I really deserve this”? 
Send out a kiss to all my haters, as I state this,
Missing the spot, knock knock, flip the script and join the dots,
Rotten and rotting so forgotten, over taken by the awaken one,
Sending me steez, as I please my creative thoughts sender, 
This could be the ender of all ends but nah, this reality carries on,
Where we belong, but you’re far from truth, you follow whats wrong,
So as long as this keeps going on, you will never be headstrong..........

To be continued.......In Part 2

Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required