What is true to me, Marlon

You have been on my mind
I’m going to tell you, it’s about time
For you I sing, write, and create poems
I love you, be my Alley I will be your Noah
What you call just a notebook
I call it my storybook
Read it once and it’ll provide another look
Read it over again, feel my feet on the path I took
What is criticism when there is critical livin’?
This is my emission of my precision
I reject the simplistic vision
Cuz I feed the need of the givin’ mission
What intertwines us might be the blindness
But I see the light within the prism
So I was able to let loose
I’m outside the box with proof of the livin’ truth
Containment of my thinkin’ is a sanction
Not given by my permission
I’m free, and you’re free to interpret
All of my wordage
However you read it or heard it
It is urgent for my resurgence as a person
The precursor to my disturbance
Alter that current into my own insurance
For my happiness under my burden
I wanted to make into hip hop
But I will live as a poet
It’ll be my craft, I’ll love it and be devoted
Note the similar sounds connect
If you don’t know what I mean, I suggest switching your focus
If you see you can’t grasp my abstract, at least that you noticed
To be infinitely intricate like the internet
The intent of mental incubus
Drawn out from below proves to be inconclusive
Of this daunting task conquering me
No destroying of confidence, see
Cuz there is something in me, not intuitive
I solemnly promise, I will always be honest
And give more of this love and calmness
Reflect on consciousness of conscience
Listen to my vowels and consonants
Flow and swim thru the consonance
Its resonance, my meaning reconnaissance
The reconciliation with my old and renaissance
A new, forever surplus into my reservoir
I won’t but you might stop producing like menopause
Halt, whom precedes tomorrow seeds
Help lay the path to let them succeed
So what I do now supersedes
My wants with their needs
Before I go on further
With this combination of absurd words
Call me a researcher
Ready to react, I’m proactive
I light a fire with no matches
Can’t be passive with the masses
And the anguish they inhabit
I’m the director, and before I say action
I’m going to change the roles
No need to practice
Just be your potential and behold
I’m just a kid who lost his innocence
Ever since I have been belligerent
And all of its synonyms
I want to be autonomous, to be honest
But the problem is my intent
Has its antonyms, I’m a man with sins
I know what a paradox is
It’s like me telling thee
Stay drug fee and I smoking weed
Please hear my soliloquy
As I expose the woes of my soul
I suppose you know how that goes
How about the adrenaline rush and impulse?
When love breaks your heart with insults
And worse than the salt on the wounds
Is the fact your frailty got harpooned
Erroneous to say my serotonin balance
Makes to understand this as a challenge
Wait, the boom, explosion of the loose cannon
Target disparity and will stomp on it like wooly mammoth
Unifies the present, future, and past
Don’t get what I mean?
The emblem and tenses have meanings deemed
On this hour I give a path to feel empowered
That sense of strength
To pulverize the pretense
That says our problems have amends
I see Marlon
Mar-velous, on the mar-kets
Mar-tyrs while mar-chin’
Seems like my desire stays still and is pervasive
While my thoughts eradicate and scatter
God bless me with the virtue of patience
And then I will be the batter and catcher
When life throws its pitch
I will be ready to deal with whatever it is
Man’s antecedent may be his trouble
But there isn’t progression without struggle
Courtesy of Mr. Douglass
What I do is bring genuine in contrast to rubbish
My goal is only to be an inspiration to you
If I’m not that influence, than I drop the pen
And be forever thru
The deflation, the dent
Deterioration of my dream
But in the very end
I will forever be with the King
When I close my eye lids
Is when I can truly live