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I hope you can forgive me... for my crimes against your humanity It seems apparent that my show of love is nothing more than insanity Doing the same thing over and over Expecting a different outcome That's the definition. Definitively assuming my forsaken position Got a lead foot to the pedal as I turn the ignition I'm accelerating. Driving at a breakneck pace Unable to mash the brakes, neck pace is twisted Like the metal frame of my vehicle as my soul flies through the windshield I've long memorized the sound of broken glass tinkling The silent sound of your visage wrinkling The heart wrenching sound of your eyes twinkling Yeah..I

A minute to midnight.. I get sixty seconds of fame the clock about to strike twelve I made twelve strokes on the page Just as I think to ink, a lone period falls out of my brain A pause. A full stop. I lose track of my train Or so I thought I once taught myself to take heed of every offered hand So it's no surprise that I miss clocked high fives, since time waits for no man Yet as I reach into the future one minute away 59 seconds left, one second passing goes right? the midnight blue turns graphite grey I see stars I see stars I implore you to decipher these ciphers from afar While shooting upside down a free falling elevator car .50

I have to go sleep But first there is poetry Only then I rest A five seven five But a fine seven plus five She is a haiku Ten out of a ten I would steal her from the men But I am dreaming. And now I'm beaming Lupe Fiasco fist bumps Enterprise Scotty Haiku thee Hai cutie Poetry is my past, present, future forever lady No ifs and's or butts... Well hers..maybe.

Broken pencils Torn paper The black ink peters and tapers off..like the poetic switch in my head My pen runs dry, My brain idles dead My aspirations run high My ah! inspiration idles red I tried to hit the jets but found my tank on empty Win-less lions lies on less lying Thought the light said go... Vision was just green with envy And V for victory Or like Nike..just do it But the goddess long left me And my talent? Where's that bit of napkin I ripped off before I was tipped off That had a message that I was getting nipped soft Right on my neck Nibbling up to my ear Whispering sweet nothings But scented of bitter tears I grit my teet

Adding to my dictionary My words forever calculated It's all skill he says But my talents been emasculated I belong in a museum Cause I'm a world class work of art And history is his story Which has only begun start Gather round father children The kid's already son'd you Missed the line? Its in verse And inverse' rising like the suns do His poetic proficiency has finesse Its fin esse, borderline fiasco This phoenix has revolutionary hang-time Like the king who clocked out his castle Tick tock Its midnight I'm storytelling Cinderella man's tale Heard thunder in my ink bottle Made out of glass slippers and third rails The lig

Greatness. I'm aiming down the sights at it A red dot on its heart Its head in the cross-hairs It's next on my assassination list I already have notches on my barrel for talent and skill Once I achieve this new level I'll scratch out another kill I want to the world to notice while I take it by storm In the eye of the hurricane, Hurry I can make this the norm But nothing too flashy cause I swear cameras blind the famous Lost sight of who they were, screaming out "fame us" They want attention. So they in turn take the vision of the masses While nibbling the upper crust of the upper classes They've graduated. Into the epitome of cool or

With which wish do you place your twinkling stars upon The candle long blown? Or the lullaby song? Diving headfirst into a wishing well Wish me well, cause well... I can't swim Unless it's with the fishes in which case I wish for a lifeline hooked to a lifejacket with a fin And at this moment halfway into my descent I fin..ally realize With real eyes and dotted real I'z..I have wings Broader than the horizon, which we keep our eyes on, Blinded by false truths and truthful lies, lies on Liaison to the skyline, they lay claim to concrete jungles made out of stardust When the fact of the matter is, bricks hewn from ground bones cement stard