Revelation Of Man

Years of trying to understand what the heart couldn’t comprehend

And here I stand before her in amazement

Knowing that I’ve come to this conclusion solely on time and experience

My Revelation was Maturation…

Simple equation of x plus y = fatal attraction

Next step was only linked to infiltration

No time for pacing...

Legs spread, I move through an ocean with all kinds of sweet descriptions

She breathes heavy, but my ears are too deaf to listen

I’m on a mission.

Lips connect yet it means nothing…

For I am the plaque, and just like that, Her Rome fell in a day…Goodbye to the Golden Ages

No room left here for the unwanted to stay

I left Her Heart in shambles and ruins

It’s now known as Ground Zero…

To her I’m a terrorist but somehow I walk out feeling like a Hero

And so I thought no harm was done

Until I saw in the eyes of a believer, a Broken Sun

At that moment I knew, I killed love for Her because of the way I lust for Her

I was a murderer, the one who pulled the trigger of the gun

What was so precious for Her, I played with for fun

The first time I heard the hymns of sorrow being sung

I then learned y = mx plus b, would keep me and the next Her on a straight line

Even if we were on different slopes, our paths would be intertwined, forever aligned

When the equation changed…so did I

Eyes locked and on first sight feelings sprung like a New Moon

Old equation intact but I had to retract; I had the chance to start anew

Her inner thighs intrigued my curiosity, at such a fierce velocity

My former-self begging to escape

But I yearned of a new Man with different plans

Penetrate and stimulate the libido of her mind before I aimed for Her pants

Make the G-Spot of Her brain need and crave me

And even then, remaining cautious as I tread Her Holy River

Once a taker, now a giver

My transformation was the realization She was my Redemption

This is the Revelation…of Man

Death on Original Boulevard

Deep into the night is when art is born

Never taking shape nor form, just making its existence known

And within a blink of an eye…

An individual has been deemed the creator of their perspective art

The soul bound to a canvas…

Where words become visuals, and pictures become full-length novels

Eternalizing a story from the mind of its Originator

Star gazing off the stoop of where it all begins

I witness all that passes on this street

Concepts fly in the air, and dreams are the roots to the trees

Stones of ambition pave the roads, and the future provides the light for me to see

I walk these streets every day and every night, obeying the rules

Creativity governs everything on this side of town

Every once in awhile, outsiders come to these parts

Searching and yearning for something to make them stand out

They slaughter the concepts and pick ideas from the local trees

Masquerade themselves as a Creator, to get closer to Creativity

Blending in the crowd of creative geniuses, they prowl the streets

Little by little, art loses its genuine glow

Over shadowed by vacuous duplicates and false claims to its origin

By the ones that still remain creatively virgin

I’ve seen the Mona Lisa painted in over ten different versions

Originality is in need of purging…

I saw the thief for myself, and I couldn’t hold back my emotion

As a creative mind, I had to approach him

Knowing who I was, he started to run

But on Original Boulevard, I am the Law and The Gun

Alike minds gathered from far and near, to view the bloodstained streets

Just like that the thief was killed…murder with a righteous cause

A momentous persecution…sending a clear message

There will be no thieves allowed in Creativity’s presence