| | For my people, I'll put every pebble, rock, stone, brick, and boulder/ on my shoulders to make sure that the we don't die or get any older/ I’m like an Eskimo with an excessive flow/ which makes me stretch the glow to illuminate and bless the globe/ I’m destined to blaze the skies like shooting stars/ I’m too involved, I can't not be hungry for success since I'm feeling starved/ so I constantly write nutritious bars that become food for thought/ I’m grooving lost, I don't need directions to destiny cus I’m helplessly caught/ entrapped in the tangles of fantasies that I try to seduce and finagle/ I persuade the days to dream of plans that'll have me a happy ending like fables/ so I started with the man in the mirror and the fog lifted and it got clearer/ my adrenaline rushes me to accomplishment since my dreams got nearer/ and when I do peer up, I tear up/ knowing that my success aint just the result of shear luck/ I’ve waged war on myself, I’m my own enemy/ and my inner me releases intentions so secretly that I wonder how these desires got into me/ of poems, I'ma write the rightest writing/ loosen the grip of the tightest vice/ turn every wrong right and liven up saddened sighs/ add the muscle to weak tries and wave hello to every goodbye/ for life's necessary losses, I’m welcoming change/ if it doesn't hurt it doesn't help, so I’m looking for the gains from pain/ I’ve went through the shame, the strain, I’ve went through the games/ I free the flyest rhymes from my rib cage and I aint being a bird brain/ my passion is burning, forcing my arsenic penning/ I’m a pyromaniac killing verses like the fall of lined lemmings/ I’m dressed up but won't slack cus it's in my genes to fulfill dreams/ you can intervene my stream if you want to face up to the guillotine/ I do more that edit flows, I perform reconstructive surgery/ so that my books of oaths can lie on stands without the purgery/ my whole existence is based on persistence/ integrity's integrated in my pedigree and each sentence is authentic/ Ste'phane is elevating to greatness, alleviating the fakeness/ robbery-proofing his style, kleptomaniacs can't take it/ I color and paint pictures without the brush/ when it's hush, hush, silent musicals forces my muses to blush/ I’ve held my brain enslaved, chained to past blame/ I owe my self reparations since my views were mis-aimed/ so with that known, how can I not write right, my life's typed/ when my plights ice, and cool into hot verses that light like bright nights/ my rhetoric becomes the tools of a better kit/ a genuine type leather fit and I wave a pen that I can change the weather with/ and I'll give her a cane if I end up hurting Mother Nature/ I'm all for the preservation of trees but my mental windows seek more paper/ my soul is in the pen that draws blue print plans in black ink/ I'm staring at my future in a permanent stare, I can't blink ©2008 Ste'phane Parker -Big ups to everybody that swings by to check me out. From Tess to Still, from Tink to Random, Sense I see you man. If you see me in ya comment box with a flow, know that I'm inspired by your flow. I aint trying to upstage you or anything like that. I LOVE to write and I seek topics for flows ALL THE TIME. I have 100 flash cards that I shuffle to create a different combination of topics, styles, and point of view. Concluding, to all my writers, keep writing and writing until you're tired of writing and then write some more. READ, READ, READ, READ, and READ more books. Guys, write as a girl. Girls, write as a guy. Be a tree, be the clouds, be the computer that looks at you while you punch on it; what would it say. THINK. DO. BE Rhetoric-bout to buy a 5 subject notebook and write a 50 page story from the perspective of '5' subjects. Man, lol, let me take a nap and get back to the pad. Ste'phane-there's no store in the galaxy that will allow you return your God given gift. USE your talent  -Ste'phane before he turns into Sergeant Jargon  - Sergeant Jargon getting ready to hunt down another fugitive rhyme. (Dates on the pictures are not accurate)
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