Look at the mirror I dont fight
I'm not your everday paper pushing, pencil writing, label creating writer
words upon visions, and visions upon these words i speak
take me into a ring and you can box me into a corner
read my words and I will run you around from corner to corner
but I dont want hurt you
with my verbal excavations of mental hilltops
with intellectual intejections upon your ears
am i your voice within reason
or am i the reason you dont voice your reason
as i speak
you tell me your listening, but you don't hear
words to be twisted turned and changed into some obsure mess that fits your rationalities
but the rationalities become irrational
I write to rejuvinate revitalize to express my generation that got numb
I use a page with chicken scratch to express my thoughts
your opinions
there observations
I make sense or things that are undescibally painful and obscure
I relate to the unrelatable
you want to battle me.....fine
then step in my world and my ring
go 10 rounds with my mind and my metaphors that are like jabs
and similies that are like right hooks
that is why I write.......welcome to my world
