SO BE IT

Collision of the conscious, 
Conversations of coincidence,
Wonder if it was written down,
Maktub or is it in these arms.
Did someone gift this pen to me,
Or are these words I speak verbally,
A glimpse of my mentality,
A way to my reality.

Am I doing a pleasure,
To people who surround,
When I rhyme about such things, 
That seem to be totally mine.
 Do the world around gain some knowledge now, Feel things deeper when my pages drown?

So be it, my poetry and me be differentiated,
I don't want my words to be depreciated,
If they look into my soul and see the poet isn't there,
I don't want my words to ever be kept on a pedestal, 
That it's too high for me to climb,
Cause I'm evolving.

Don't look at me like poets,
I never associated.
When you read these words,
You might see my heavy resentment,
I didn't write to be a poet,
never compared myself to the greats.
These are just experiences of youth,
Anger and rage and every emotion filtered,
The words that cannot be said easily,
The questions and doubts that are too hard to ignore.
So be it, let me be a voice than an identity,
I wonder, should I be humble or play with my legacy?
Because humility is the vice of wicked,
To seem better than their truer picture.

-neil

I've been on a writer's block way to long, but a listen to clipse and pusha t's new song so be it made me pick up my pen and just write down a few thoughts. This is it. 
thank you for the love and support 

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