I am your cross

(I'll sever you in less syllables than you borrow, lest my tongue throw a fit when I read this over (First, you use "bold" letters and words in quotations, like this)  
 
"I walk on peoples scars to gain an inch and pluck from precipice of my creators limbs, my touch goes all but unnoticed, they barely feel the pinch but my soul erodes when I let words, truly mine roll through some other man's uncreative ditch to be cursive treasure, to be seeds and beans to trade for what they wish, become the way in which they're measured when they use a drop of mine as a pond to mine for fish atop the bilge and brine of their unsubmitted pages"  
 
You take a rhyme, I rage, outrageous, whether or not it's in quotations or as 'bold' as can be and obviously blatant. You hope it slips through my mitts, when I'm looking for fine print, synonyms, opposites and hides of ideas nicked  
 
You, ocean master, control c currents, struggling schools and caps of wash out waves, food for thought, naw, when you turned to jot others thought is what your food became, so my hat to you and your multisyllabic goo, ripped off, then awkwardly turned to phrases conveying moot, old age, portraying youth in ideas comprised as serial killer letters and paper mache suits, feel me? Wave back  
 
Congrats to you for every fragmented thought (that must have flew through your airy mind) you had to leave behind to find the simple lines of "hi" and "how are you?" though, you may have stole those too when you searched  
 
"How do I be human, what does it mean to feel a mood?"  
 
"What's a man to do when his heart has been consumed and happy matches his gloom and he lacks passion to sit and stew, when his system crashes and he's blue, the basic kind, a little down, no vibrant hues guiding him to hiding truths, just dull and kinda confused"  
 
and google got back to you "read a little of the best, pry apart a chest, heavy, full of depth and breathing" google said to chisel something off the tooth of a clenched jaw, hanged from a head, seething over broken keys and fingers bleeding, to steal from lions feeding  
 
google said to tie me up, make me write a novel, break both of my legs and show me all of your pigs. google read your words as misery  
 
and told you I'm the one to watch flex when your in the mirror, thin and without an itch to stretch muscle and skin through heavy lifts, or commitment to throw a kick, when you're drifting in and out of long stretches of reflecting on visions of packs of six  
 
When pictures of flashing pictures persist of you holding back pursed lips as you're asked to snatch a kiss and given markers, black to harass foreheads of attacker's kids  
 
Well, well, fame to grab, you listened well to google's gab and snatched my thoughts felled without a flinch, I'm convinced, if satan asked, you'd hurl your mass off of a bridge laughing over the fact your tragic 'accident' might splash into some print And if I said you would exist to the masses, at least in passing, with a snap of a pen grabbed by my articulating wrist, would you do us all a favor, pack it up and quit the quips?  
 
How could you be convinced to throw your dirt to pavement and see me rinse, unashamed, you sit the fence draining neighbors of days and sense  
 
Black and white, made gray by you, I'm dazed, my patient went and saw amazement in it's place as I felt my bottom grazed and laid my hand upon the dents left by you and other ants trying to circumvent crafting your own blends to paint and making gains by maxing your own bench  
 
Back to the floor to you and yours, poetic bores doomed to consume and spew me out from your departing, the love section of this artform is my own heart, the drug ballads are my arteries  
 
Kinky cracks in lacking works of passion are unabashedly filled with shards of me, miscellaneous pages taken aren't hard to see, clearly random is a part of me. I'm here thinking of you, tomorrow, it'll be somebody hard to beat who's taped up words  
 
need not be unglued to see the harm they read all you do is write what's hard to read  
 
I'll defeat someone next who doesn't want so bad to be a star that's seen, someone unattached to passing fads not one who agrees to have italics cropping up in their craft like patches in jackets, looking for real elbow grease, ask the farmers sleeve You couldn't lure a plant to the sun or guide a river to a starving sea you couldn't shoot the shit with a gun aimed at feces that speaks, you'd reap the blood off of canvas when spartans spar and bleed and I saw you posing like statues of marytrs to capture heroics, you fail to even honor modern stone work and carpentry  
 
You won't walk so you run to the tops of misinterpreted peaks, alone, cold, dropping your clothes trying to copy those you see who chose to flock to this vibrant knowledge in heat  
 
Your thievery as subtle as gold on a paupers robes as he panhandles the streets I couldn't let you steal without a scold, at least not from me  
 
Now do as you're told and refrain from bold quotations paying homage to an all seeing beast  
 
who made the paper, shaved the pencils, was the all giving tree, you chose the wrong place to bark, you anonymous flea, crossing me is many's unfinished walk, an odyssey incomplete  
 
This goes for those long in coffins as well as poets born in 3003, this is to the walking deceased, thinking one in the grave makes their philosophy deep, this to marrow in bone, the tops of your domes, to the swaths in your seats, to all who read to let em know I'm the bomb that birthed the sun and black holes, I'm mankinds erosion, our perfect flaw, the bloom in rotten log, forests sawed, I'm the decay of the heap  
 
I'm the cream of the crop, the strength of the stalk, the sway of the reap, I am poetry bots, I am strength, imbuing philosophers feet  
 
You are overcomplicated, caught and now exposed to defeat which for me is no accomplishment or tall feat, a dot in your eye and a cross in your t is all I needed to see you sip death, feel the bruise of regret and now dream of where you might be without me, let me see, I have deemed, you'd still be sitting on two L's, looting clouds and looney as a flowerless bee hopped up on some speed, this loss was always to be)  
 
Then you'd say something profound like, I am proud of everyone who ever read me for bettering themselves