Listen…

Pens n’ needles kissing

Living up to my Intentions

My enemies didn’t mention me in their disposition

Confused with the literacy I envision

Royally painting oil paintings with my descriptions

To relieve the tension I rhyme consciously

While I divide all of me into a shy anomaly

I unfollowed the divine comedy

Not to swallow the keys or rewind mythology

But to hollow my vines and find my theology

Honestly, I’m inside my mind constantly

My emotions profit when I sign properly

It’s probably impossible to collide sonically

Speaking in riddled tongues to bind a prophecy

So why would I define my common speech?