Delusions Mirages
I forget what is what and who is who

Moving this utensil across the page
and I’m blanking, even the most
miniscule of tasks I dread tackling
A brother’s motivation is continuing
to wane as I’ve been splitting cheeks
since the day I finished
The Ballad of Sidney Hill
Don’t confuse the
aforementioned statement
with something else
It’s just me being creative and
straying away from clichés
Though each poem differs, I’m
using the same narrative and vocabulary
Thinking dat’ I ain’t coming up
with anything original, I just happen
to be regurgitating what I said three
years ago when The Collective
was still a new series
Botching quality to surpass
a milestone and have a
right to boast just because
This is what savage writer has
been reduced to, can’t be right
I need dat’ hiatus
Said I need dat’ hiatus
After 2020 an artist needs to
pursue new ventures while
coming up with future projects
Ready to return to form,
crime and urban thriller
Studio is calling my name, find me
a producer with murderous beats
I’ll just take my influence to stage,
a few vocal lessons and
I’ll be signing in operas
Catch me in a handful of movies
Sooner or later I shall
make an acting debut
How could I forget
about the merchandising?
Real estate, doing God’s work
by helping da’ less fortunate
Feeding the homeless,
paying children’s tuitions
Bookbag drives, fitness fairs
promoting clean eating and wellness
Creative writing workshops, teaching
in colleges but without the degree
My skills speak for themselves so
no need for formal culling
As you can read, my ventures are
diverse enough to have
me take em’ up
About the Creator
savage writer
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