Poetry

Rebirth

Creative senses are tingling….my sadness, happiness, and madness are mingling….This is my type of festivity…the mixture of positivity and negativity…the elevation of creation..I’m over the things I had, now it’s time to dig in my new bag…after every cry I laugh…what up Pop you told me one day I was going to miss you… my daughter stare at your picture like she wish she could kiss you for making her daddy so official…live rounds still in your pistol, clear the scene my vision is crystal….but I guage things a little differently, death to any and everybody the devil send for me…this the beginning and the end for me…I love the way the rebirth hurt..watch me work!!

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