Delusions Mirages

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