All he ever wanted

all rough drafts, my works are never finished

All he ever wanted was his 
pensive to be  intensive and 
extensive. The empirical evidence in 
my sentences show  no apprenticeship membership in these type of hollow tipped penmanship.  

With no lyrical "father", 
The dirty collared pauper swallowed his honor with a quarter of bloody water,  Subjected himself to alchemical horrors yet never faltered, All to  become a famous author. 

All this, just to be  the best.  
He now inhale's his breath, Spectacular specs drawn up without missing a step, "Yes, I'm blessed discreet yet hard pressed I behest and attest my scriptures are grotesque."        

Writer's block now apparently 
shattered and scattered. The Latin metaphor master now control's even the smallest particulate matter in all his chapters for maximum brain splatter of grey matter.

Reviews

[Ivory]

The flow of this piece is tight. I can envision this as a spoken word piece. Excellent write : )

[King Author]

thank you, i'm heavy influence from (smart) hip hop.... also poetry(i think ) should sound like a rhythmic song..