'Instantaneous 2 (a reimaginin'

In this truth,
I no fuss ya know
I'm combustible...

A hazard 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, these eye
won't be, instead
I will forever flee
a 'cursory 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

Streaming 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 a multitude of mortal men
who may have endeavored n'
wished it's soul truth mute...

Although,  once the seed's
been nutured, it's bound
to bear the sweetness
of poetry's  fruit...