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Look; what I built—I destroyed—void of regret,
a voyage/I step into the sunset with 1 asset, this alphabet..
words shifting like origami ----Mentally a tsunami/, possibly an anomaly
--- but in my older age/put my soul on this page/airing out my dirty laundry.
i’m looking back at this labor of love I once aborted/deemed unimportant
– unsupportive my own recordings/– and it felt so foreign to me..
kept on pouring and drinking, instead of exploring this inkpen
--- I should be ashamed, my pen game was insane, membrane was always forward thinking..
inkling of a comeback, start with one track, been there done that but I got cold feet
--- hopefully, this poetry will show me the 1 set of footprints on the beach
– I see/the micke booth as my escape/my chance to paint without restraint
“I’m like Dear God/my sole complaint is that I mastered the phrase “I can’t”…
procrastinating/on the dolo-
this was devastating – my mojo
waiting patient // I was loco
--aggravatingly my Bro-bro’s were
-- asking if I was still writing—if I could redirect this lightning/
if I could ever somehow do some realigning—some redefining/streamline my bullshit into a Titan. But My Zeus was on cruise control, a recluse/
I smoke a bowl and I don’t feel like being bothered/while I’m a father of my own household.
I under achieved, younger days I used to dream wondering if Superman bleeds
---afraid to touch that Rocket—I post up Hakeem.
and watch the world spinning/top of the 7[SUP]th[/SUP] inning
—skimming through old looseleafs/losing sleep because I can never redo my beginning…
Hair thinning, my d#$% barely stays hard
---my days off spent flicking channels--mishandled----too late to change up—I’m in too Deep/ but I can’t play God..
Too reckless/too dark a perspective/my past is checkered
and my path is too peppered with my careless lack of effort—in this desert/
2 years sober— my Lady want me closer but my remorse
& poor choices are weighing me down like a boulder/King Kong on my shoulder/
so close to reloading this 380/
daily this 70’s baby mind is hazy/
lately my patience is shaky/
temper is hot as Haiti/maybe-----I lack the stomach……
Look; what I built—I destroyed—void of regret,
a voyage/I step into the sunset with 1 asset, this alphabet..
words shifting like origami ----Mentally a tsunami/, possibly an anomaly
--- but in my older age/put my soul on this page/airing out my dirty laundry.
i’m looking back at this labor of love I once aborted/deemed unimportant
– unsupportive my own recordings/– and it felt so foreign to me..
kept on pouring and drinking, instead of exploring this inkpen
--- I should be ashamed, my pen game was insane, membrane was always forward thinking..
inkling of a comeback, start with one track, been there done that but I got cold feet
--- hopefully, this poetry will show me the 1 set of footprints on the beach
– I see/the micke booth as my escape/my chance to paint without restraint
“I’m like Dear God/my sole complaint is that I mastered the phrase “I can’t”…
procrastinating/on the dolo-
this was devastating – my mojo
waiting patient // I was loco
--aggravatingly my Bro-bro’s were
-- asking if I was still writing—if I could redirect this lightning/
if I could ever somehow do some realigning—some redefining/streamline my bullshit into a Titan. But My Zeus was on cruise control, a recluse/
I smoke a bowl and I don’t feel like being bothered/while I’m a father of my own household.
I under achieved, younger days I used to dream wondering if Superman bleeds
---afraid to touch that Rocket—I post up Hakeem.
and watch the world spinning/top of the 7[SUP]th[/SUP] inning
—skimming through old looseleafs/losing sleep because I can never redo my beginning…
Hair thinning, my d#$% barely stays hard
---my days off spent flicking channels--mishandled----too late to change up—I’m in too Deep/ but I can’t play God..
Too reckless/too dark a perspective/my past is checkered
and my path is too peppered with my careless lack of effort—in this desert/
2 years sober— my Lady want me closer but my remorse
& poor choices are weighing me down like a boulder/King Kong on my shoulder/
so close to reloading this 380/
daily this 70’s baby mind is hazy/
lately my patience is shaky/
temper is hot as Haiti/maybe-----I lack the stomach……