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I'm BACK again
Never lacking vim
I'm at the Vatican
Oh no, not that again!
I wonder if you understand I'm Hispanic, but technically African
Internal struggle kind of like havoc in
A human pathogen
Flinging a javelin
At the Square Garden of Madison
Aged and became a sage with some shenanigans
Rarely wore flannel and
Playing a mandolin speaking Mandarin
Somehow a monster raged
But I became a man again
While cursed & damned, I grew mad again
Sought for a passage to help me manage
The soul cadaver that was internally battling
Serpent rattling, thoughts were scattering even skidaddling
As the moth tries, I had numb cries constantly happening
So I built a mote and live in a castle and
No boat, no row and no ladder to help me from shattering
My soul sanctum, became my palace and
Never considered a cattle although damaged
Like indigenous savages traveling
Thoughts began unraveling
I became more valid
Although flows arose
I was more composed
Thus I composed prose using an atom and
It became new fashioning
New personas began emerging as I was immersed in verse
Spoke through me channeling
Apparently, not so transparent but opaque
Awake wearing tri-ocular glasses and
Living in my own habitat
I got mad at that
As my soul apparatus of passion
Had me famished in famine
Living in my own world or planet sack
Lost compassion like Adam losing his woman package
Began to ravage the savages ravenously cantankerously
As I viewed humans as sewage spewing spewage calamitously
A nerdy wordy person of adversity dispersing diversity
All the while spewing bile with witty guile for a while
Not in serpentine style, yet its highly concerning me
Quite disconcerting see thus I'm dispersing verses perturbingly
My anxiety is trying me while I'm denying 'E'
As I rely on me to spew this diction of non-fiction
I was prophesied to be a king of diction as a prediction
Hence, its my mission and my ministry to spit witty lyrically
Be seen as a king of the mystics mythically, spitting facts with tact
Because as a matter of fact
I never lacked / luster being a star cluster intrinsically
I met a gimmick see, metaphysically
But now I end after having these words bend
A seemingly unseen message I send
The garden of your mind is that to which you must tend
Not try to pretend or append but make peace and mend
All the while as a satirical spiritual friend... A helping hand I lend.
~SkTzO~
