Been away for a min.....alright......

...Ok......

Yo........

If you pictured me as a Pitcher i'm a glass half empty

Thoughts resigned inside of my heart

These words forever tempt me

A poet in the flesh

But a slave of my own self.....

I choose to bound myself

Why all this fuckin depression? ...

pause........

almost had a mind block...

tongue slipped before my mouth locked

....how do i end this...

the same way that i started this

endless....

i dont think it ever will....

... How this shit is formed...compressed into worDs...

What's my process?

A slick line rested on each line carefully

Ever so delicately I stretch my limits

handsfree like telepathy

A prognosticator

See myself a couple steps ahead

Though I'm still holdin this pen

Open to whatever seeps through me

Open my mouth and leave nothing but quotes

Whether this ink dries

none of this was spoke

A spake in the page

my anger and rage speed up my process

sloppily letters tumble

My next thought keeps me goin

Ideas seem to be cleared without me knowing

Closed Circuit mind

Carefully watched by surveillance

Though my eyes stay closed

slowed down with the pen

. . . end of my process

no title...

Everybody loves Nizzy
I leave a lasting imprint on whoever I touch
My prescence is my gift
I'm so warm-blooded
but my coolness is a must
Love is my first language
I hold refuge everyone endearing
A simple laugh recharges my reason
Though I distribute freely
My understanding is that these too have wings
. . .Ok
no sadness still
My back turns
Leaving my lasting impression

...? ...

Where do I start
Restart my pace
Familiar Faces
Rearrange my persistance
as I assist my existence
Everlasting Consistency
...................

...My Capability...

Black skies
the stars shine bright when they pass me
My Flourescent mentality
Reality keep me justified
Adjusted my eyes to the sky above
Wishin upon a halo
I'm concentrated
Potential energy is manifested
I get nicer by the swift of a pen
Diggin deeper into this mind
Rewindin the clocks
Manually turnin back the hands of time
Back Before Nizzy was alive
Way before the fire burned and etched in my tounge
Dragons spit fire
My last written words'll get you numb


...Nizzy is my Venom...

. . .Just how I feel. . .

If I spoke these words
my lungs would crack and collapse
I perfer to bleed deep
Black Ink
Seep into my Genius
Characteristic is monumental
Close ya eyes and be sentenced to sentimentals
Lyrically splittin each line on this page
I'm a Fable of a feeble mind
Things rush through me
I see my thoughts
My letters are like penicillin
I may not need
But I'm eager to heed the reasons
to Breathe easy
Readin this piece
rememberin to speak Easily. . .

..damn near seductinve..

Lips that powerful...
damn near seductive
Kissed the lips of an angel
Shit. .I'd trade my trade my halo in for more
With nothin but lint in my pockets
I'll never stop till my fingers interlock around your waste
. . .The taste of those lips put me in an awkward position
Dazed!
Spiralin out of control till i regain my senses
Did I forget to mention
Thinkin of the way ya
eyes, body glistened
Gave me a starting sentence
You're my inspiration