[Mr. J]

As time eludes me I become transitioned into turmoil
where words are soil, the plant is poisoned; the verbs spoiled
skin that traversed oils brought from the roots nectar
with each strike from a sharpened ax it begins to boost pleasure
a seduced sector of secrets that ring bells from the dawn of age
soon becoming detached, broken down to lay across my page..
move the pawns, embrace thy King although my pens mightier
gather your thoughts, the ink is thick, the blood is thicker..
alcohol becomes your drug, soon the mirror becomes your picture
a self portrait of praise that became foolish on other dependents
I clear the smoke & use a car freshener to hinder any opinions
detective, I need directions to the nearest website of civilians
where irritants push me to my limits on the top of Mount Olympus
staring down at Olympians who twist my body of work like a gymnast
dimwitted performance based on cynical interest & realist views
a blade of power, I wield the truth while you conceal the heel of ya shoes
POOF! like magic the world becomes a blank canvas
I push all of my space backwards...
& start from scratch....