Exclaimed to the world
I am here
Proclaimed to the world
To speak
Not preach
In poem,
In song
In sound
To create
My Fiddler's on the Roof
To paint
My van Gogh
To draw
A span of
Compositions
Like that of Mozart or Beethoven
Utilizing
The reincarnated mind of
Michaelangelo Buonarroti
I will make
U see
the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
of my mind
I want to be heard
Transmitting more signals
Than every sattelite in existence
But no repossession of my mind
I have the deed
Can't
Quiet my dreams
Attempting to smother me
With the pillows
On a bandwagon of popularity
What's hot what's not
What's in
Fuck that!
This is my day
hour minute second
Time to
Win life's triathlon
Can I break the world's record...
By taking things in stride?
What About Love?
..
It Lingers in my eyes
He says
He wakes
He sleeps
narcoleptic
He looks up
He looks down
At his feet
Doubt was
troubled in hand
It's hard to become the man
still on a quest to complete
Factoring
inquisitive keys
That unlock the door
Located
the combination
Not predicting
Right then
He says
He looks up
He looks down
But accepting
The temperature
Is rising
He is sizing
up life
To seek out
The destiny
that lies beneath'
Still gritting his teeth
Refusing to find
inner peace
He says
He looks up
He looks down
Doubt troubled in hand
It's hard to become the man
When your heart
is carrying
a weapon
With heavy ammunition of determination and of course WORDS
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