"Instantaneous..."

I'm combustible...

a warning...
labeled like a
caustic corrosive

Toxic, a chemical
when I spit mental...


it's criminal...
It's as if
the crime of rhyme,
is slimed in hip hop
hype, n' still it's bite  
is deftly homicidal...

Idle, the eye
won't be, instead
I will forever flee
the confinement

awash the 'see'
in the mind is strictly
bent on 'verse assassination'
all the while retracing
the roots of it's origin's base

this pace- fast,
blurred, is far past
conscious choice,
distanced
from whence it began
to first explore it's poetic voice


Self-rooted, the flame of fire
desired, yet not mired
by the multitude of mortal men
who endeavored n'
wished it's truth mute

though once the seed's been nutured, it's bound to bear
poetry's  fruit...