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I Apologize


this dude
father he said his name was
called me on a thursday, same day i was born
like he'd remember the significance of a significant other
that gave birth to a brother knee deep in his pride
dug into the trenches of his spirit and seeking attention from
the stench of approval
removal of that soiled skin i recollected on in another poem
yet i digress i guess i grew up before my father
which isnt a bad thing for me unless i claim him to be
my inspiration but yet that is what he is
for i would never be a father, quite the way he is
fact of the matter id rather be a matyr with a pardon from the participation of
the story i was telling.... kinda like those soldiers with no sense of post
traumatic stress....yet
what do u do with stress that is as traumatic but aint past the post yet
sounds like a present test...yes?
i apologize for believing that my prayers would be answered by you
for having dreams of a father i could talk to
for having a notion floating in my ocean of thoughts for a father
figure....naught
for the time i turned you down to teach you a lesson about loyalty
forever you in the background....your presence should have spoiled me
i choose shyt cuz only that victory will smell as good as the rift that ive
sifted through.....so far you short coming..so for your shortcomings........I apologize to you...for you


i apologize ladies for all the things ive said
scratch that....things i thought....for thas where sin is brought
for two cents....u became a nuisance until my true sense erupted into the blueprints of the
gifts that you sent....
how young i was....
rather than gathering my notes on quotes of love and examples from above
i layed my company in a trance and danced with death with my shoes on the wrong foot...that
how we got off....and thas where i get off
you got away from me like a sitcom spinoff
or like the one i fathered kids for once...makeshift daddy
now the daddies take shifts for the spaceship fatty
my face shifts.....my heart is placed on placid laced cliffs
and as I look down at the depth and perceive a perception, i fall deaf on direction and open on
faith....which is why i jumped from the base....and for real if you see the face I get to wake up to in
less than a month, youll believe GOD exists when there is no sun....Imagine my taste....
i choose shyt cuz only that victory will smell as good as the rift that ive
sifted through....so for my shortcomings........I apologize to you


i apologize readers
for my mind is eager to leave the childish tendencies
i blend with seeds of intellect
thy mind is a blender with no real recipe for a simple mix
i think delusions of grandeur and make them my bytch
'cuse my french but ive had a itch i try to scratch until my color tone switch....
from angry black man to bliss
so i write these words.....rather regurgitate them from my cerebral jejunum.....which doesnt
make sense...
but if i can cash this check of repent....itll be time well spent...
just me and my imagination created a place where pegasus pens write across the sky....my eyes
galore...for im empty on utopias....but thirsty for More
i choose shyt cuz only that victory will smell as good as the rift that ive sifted through but maybe
you lived it too maybe this bland stanza is for YOU....so for my shortcomings AND YOURS........I
apologize to Christ for without him giving up his, what do we call our life?


i apologize GOD
i make many excuses for using abusive ruses or misusage of the tutalege
ive been given by the rulers of the conterfeit paper we call paper that make a
man leave his children and parlay with haters and fakers and ignore his maker
or those those that
take the road most traveled by or traveled by most whether on cruise or coast,
still the water remains close....still...
id rather dine with the greatest minds
of my time or before
and master creativity to a score and write it in treble
clefts so its bests rebel theft and leaves me to the devices i pray with....thas way sick.....but my
every now and then my thoughts leave me
like the thought of a deity breathing faith through
me easily and allowing me to float on the fumes
and stand still on dunes barefoot with a player bumping GOD's Itunes in june like the solstice i
presume.....
I'm stuck between Jena 6 and Genesis Chapter 6 Verse 6, EVIL EXISTS...
but rather than be a drone to GOD existence, i insist on being
consistantly persistant till it's him that I live with.

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