I dip my pen in plasma
Write my rhymes in blood
Immortal soldier stopping emotions with a mental plug
I put my game-face on and hit the battlefield
Turning insults to motivation make my writings feel
Never hypocritical
I never change like reciprocals
Steady swimming forward, like a shark because its critical
No rest, only the strong survive
Mental toughness keeps me focused and keeps my eyes dry
This is how i live
This is what i feel
Thoughts of a warrior bred with a heart of steel
Decorate my chest with a metal for fierceness
Bible says I'm blessed I'll live on guiltless
My heart is cold
Frozen from hurtful words
And attempts of spiritual homicide always in my face
I shrug them off and stay moving at a steady pace
Categories:
reciprocals, black african american, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Passing through the cynosure valley and everywhere I turn, these ancient shadows appear ~
Conspicuous their manifesting themselves within any which way they choose....
Domained silhouettes, smiling as they approach myself; indents myriad of resolute views
Life, death, joy, pain, a million things, with as many voices amid this germane state!?
To confiscate, their reciprocals moment in interposed confusions, dance and sway
Quasis phantasms of resonant apparitions these eyes, fixated as they gaze
Upon a brand new day wherein dogma has lost its say; yesteryears obversive shadows....
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....“Passing, Through the Valley In Ancient Dreams” *
Categories:
reciprocals, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?