“Going The Distance”

I’m the difference between stupid and stupendous

The difference between a master and an apprentice

I’ve been scattered and lost amongst disorder

But, life’s working out, there’s been a weight lifted off my shoulders

Extraordinary measures got me to glaring heights

Preparation was key to the necessary drive

Morals of legitimacy, nothing is given for free

Perform under pressure regardless of the contingencies

I’m inhabited by the genes of a near obsolete breed

If I say I’m the best it’s not fiction or conceit

Many buy into bullshit offers with limited options

Frigid results so they give into insipid concoctions

I’m systematically out for perfection or a near resemblance

I’m here to change the universe, or at least my universe before it’s ended

There’s nothing that could hinder my success

Telling you ahead of time so you’re not surprised when my assumptions are met  

A million thoughts inhibit my mind when idle time is drifting

So I keep busy until I’ve reached what was once in the distance 

“First Base”

Sometimes I got to get out of my own way

No such thing as a slow day, resist any foray

Life’s successes aren’t instant, it insists on foreplay

Buyer beware, a warranty is optional

Head in the clouds, I take the route with the most obstacles

The riches are worth the risk, much sweeter when reached

Keep a tight knit circle that’ll never be breached

The path is unclear, but I steer with confidence

Fires ignited all around, but I’m guided by providence

Insecurities thrown out the window

Learned to adapt to make the complicated simple

I don’t believe in luck, no such thing as being stuck

Shouldn’t hold on to what once was clutched

No better deterrent than your current situation

Determined to avoid making the same impatient mistakes

Only you should dictate the direction you take

Don’t rely on fate, but I have faith

Don’t take it for granted if you never had it in the first-place

How are you going to bring it home, if you can’t even get to first-base?

“The Canvas”

The canvas stands handsome, yet is untouched

A clean slate with the scrape of a brush

Give the painting substance with a resilient swipe

Flashes of brilliance some say are too bright

The lectures make more sense in the rain

The notes are soaked, but console through the pain

The thunder has an odd sense of calm

The skies are spontaneously drawn

Mildew in the next day’s newsletter

The bird won’t stop flying it will just lose feathers

The tides carry a load of buried treasure

Rise on new lands, is the visit for business or pleasure?

New acquaintances made due to common admiration

Financial gain subsides when you overlook ramifications

Gambling can be draining to the hand that wages

Left with nothing but that handsome frame 

“Correct”

I’m an architect and a rare artifact

Always impatient, heart’s racing like a heart attack
Pray to GOD to have this artist’s back
Remain humble through the hardest acts
Stay tested, they say geniuses are mad, I’m demented
Skill implemented in every sentence he thinks of
Searching for the missing link, moves are instinctive
Many levels of excellence in the present day
I’m in the kitchen baking Crème Brûlée
A chef of many delicacies, who’s better than me?
Want to feast on your loins competitively
A big teddy bear, confetti everywhere
Every day is blessed if you allow it to manifest
Daily lessons must be answered correct
Even if you falter, know and trust in the above

Don’t abandon ship, plug the holes with love

“1776”

Present a plethora of scenarios,

A burning chariot running through your stereo,

Headset in limbo, won’t partake in your fairytales,

A man on a mission, your commission and emissary failed,

I’m nonnegotiable, pawn my social and dissipate from the grid,

Sick of being taxed, government making up for their slack with a vig,

What happened to 1776?

Plenty of tricks pulled from under their sleeves,

A new order’s conceived,

The indigenous people’s refrain from attempt’s to retrieve,

Gun powder shot through barrels from the hands of cowards,

Flowers for tombstones of men that fought for mixed signals in clouds,

Puppeteers dance while strings cut loose,

Present a puppet that’s obtuse,

While preaching about a burning bush