A Spoken Word Freestyle

I'll make it clear, writing on the wall like Hydroglyfics. I'm on a higher plane, mentally getting lifted. I'm so addictive, pass me on the left hand side like hydro clips kid. My heart is heavy like the hammer of Thor, you can't lift it. I've lived through some life lessons, each one apocalyptic. I became like the Dark Night's nemesis a Riddler who is cryptic. So much darkness in a world that was lit, it's hard being optimistic. I was given the ability of linguistics, a talent I was gifted. But that doesn't mend a broken heart that became unrecognizable and twisted. The pain traveled through my mind, so might as well be committed. I need to recompose my flow and once again make it liquid. All I can do is stand tall with my Steelers fitted slightly tilted. Someday my time will come in a story that isn't scripted. Until I find serenity, I'll grip my pen like a boa constrictor. I'll keep my verbal arsenal deadly like Jack the Ripper.  Sometimes I put up a front like a good actor, why couldn't life be much simpler?

Jonathan El Poeta, June 2018