Its funny how something that is suppose to be/ my therapy/ instantaneously/ transforms me/ into the higher up status man that I had once dreamt to be/ and I laugh because this is so funny/ that the masses ask me to teach classes that show off poetry/ me, I laugh some more/ because I just express the stress I wanted to say while doing a meaningless chore/ set by my father who was the biggest bother/ a distraction to my happiness/ a contribution to my madness/ which was distribution to my loving sense/ which brought pain to my heart/ you’ve heard the stories end and start/ and mend and part/ man I’m just trying to lend my art which started as therapy/ see it all started with a hole in the wall/ not a metaphor, I literally punched a hole in the wall/ came from anger my father invested in me/ which time tested with me/ can I keep my composure or is there a lesson to see/ exposure became a blessing to me/ it was in disguise the sessions opened my eyes to the world of poetry/ couldn’t express my thoughts verbally/ than suppress my actions in an inverse hyperbole/ heartbreak, I wrote about it/ anger with father, I wrote about it/ stress I felt in the world, I wrote about it/ I didn’t know it would get this effect/ should I had came direct/ I wonder would I have never found my life’s check/ my passion, my love, you ask how do I write like this/ well I still can’t answer this/ no one answer can hit without a miss/ and some times my anger I miss/ because that danger gave me my hiss/ my sizzle that made me stand out/ get out my seat and shout/ I mean WOW/ I’m losing the breath in my chest/ because I never thought that this form of express would actually impress the crowd/ so don’t praise what I do/ I say this to you and don’t say that you think I’m better than you/ I have my flow derived from therapy/ it drived me to be a better me/ my flow is my life, my world happy or blue/ and this is the essence of my flow that I give to you.

April 19, 2006