Sorry for the wait . . .

the wait…

The shit I go threw, call it the being of the proclamation.

What they been waiting for, is beyond the anticipation.

feening for an entrance, what they call the desperation.

I guess his life views became his inspiration.

Gosh!, I love the hating an enemy to a friend.

Who’s against everything the recipient happened to send.

Who senses a beginning to a forever that could never end.

Like a contract a few words on that paper here’s the pen.

I guess some can’t understand what the young man said.

Unless the young man puts one or two into a head,

but by then I guess a convictions in order.

Take a chance heads or tales like you flipped the quarter.

Two faced as if your witnessed to the dark knight,

Sitting in your coach seat as you took flight……. E.C