The Essence Poetic

My art's heart is unique, yet it is the essence poetic My words ring true and too often, they end up prophetic I'm substance over style, not with the content of aesthetics Those who go opposite, to me, are truly simply pathetic Most want to take, yet not give back, it's never been copasetic We all come out the way we want to be cause choice ain't genetic Yet human clay changes shape despite the hands that had set it Remember credit for those to whom you're forever indebted Like a shark, mind's always moving, it's super energetic kinetic The same mind so acrobatic, plus body and soul are athletic My life sometimes goes in circles, but they're circles concentric Unique, so I can't find a lot of people who can feel empathetic Yet I can command an audience with this charisma magnetic Chemically imbalanced I confess it, though not as in diabetic Mind breaks mach one, thoughts bombard at paces frenetic Even in my written I must depend on your own skills phonetic Honest articulation leaves them thinking Im in need a medic My strategy is big picture, long term, cause my mind is the epic I document my life since '97, that time in itself is an epoch I shed light that spreads, eats illusions, like a truth epidemic A scholar whose heart's open wide, it's not an exercise academic Rhyming words are hardwired yet I don't produce them systemic Bet your bottom dollar that its true if I have wrote it or said it Take the best things out of life and in yourself you embed it Writing fills the void in me like it's my connected prosthetic I blazed trails, never looked back, fretted, nor for a second regretted I break life down, food for thought pre-digested so you never forget it Strange, I found life's balance alphabetic, I'm the symmetric eccentric