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WHO AM I?
I'm the reflection of old lessons and new innovations
I'm Ptolemy,Socartes,Pythagoras
I'm Volitare,Decartes,Locke.
The Paine of Common Sense governs my actions
Thru Sun-Tzu I take the whole mind
Thinker sublime in my mind,powered by the divine
I'm Paul Lazarus,that's who I be.

WHO I AM?
A Modern day warrior like Tom Sawyer
Strength phyiscal,a Colussus intelletual
Ever Changing,ever changing,perpetually maintaining
My cool thru the fire and pain that this world can bring
I'm Paul Lazarus,that's who I be.

WHO AM I?
A man reborn after death
A man who took life for granted,a live life lived arrogant
It took me looking at the sky on 85
To take life in the moment and embrace it
So I close this prose of pad and pen
About the reincarnation and reinassance of a man
Looking at the world thru new eyes, embreacing old times
While resserecting and awaking minds
I'm Paul Lazarus...That's who I be.





The Art of The Bard

A word twister a narrator
Griot, raconteur, author, poet
Paints a picture with phonetic aesthetic
A way with prose that pleases, sooths, eases
Moves one to tears of pain and pleasure
Each word, a memory
A line, an eternity
Spoke as broad and fine stokes on a blank canvas
In creating a masterpiece that’s a marvel
For his words are life itself
A moment stolen in time to express a beautiful reality sublime
A bard’s speech, a herald of the divine

Curves

I love the convexity an concavity of your fame
Your bends like Beckham ,your ample hips,all the same
The way your hips shift make for celebrity
The Coke Bottle with a smile,I drink of thee
Your curves divinly shaped to bear the world I hail
I touch , i caress. I read your curves like blind reads braille
So let your curves continue with my admiration
Every man's fixation and comteplation
For you,mother of the world,and you,daughter of a nation.


Masquerade

We fear ourselves
We fear our strength ,our might ,our power
We fear it so,and we try to quell our innate light
A mask to assimilate among the commons
A mask to conform the world's fear of independence
We all wear mask to simply fit and form into perceived perfection
This masquerade we partake in kills us softly and subtly
Embrace the power of the God within you
Be the light you were at birth
Masks only holds,confines,and then suffocates the life of a loved one.


The Soldiers Die Young

Bright-eyed dreamer whose world is
small and suffocated by pills,pistols,pimps,and pros
Yet light is in your soul and fire in your heart
Your dream isto illuminate the dark places
Square the rough corners and encompass all in loving fervor
You fight for your dream,you fight for your destiny'
You claw,scratch,scrape,and maim for your heart's content
Fighting for your piece of peace to share with all
One day,swift and sudden,the dreamer is gone
Another solider dies ,another mother cries, a body lies level in peace
Real soldiers die young,but dreams reamai in the eyes of you,me,and all
So young soldier rest,we'll take the fight from here


Mathematics

Mathematics is the axis we turn on a dime
Primed to the composite of the world which
Believed in addition by subtraction
Multiplication despite family division
Insisted that the Alpha and Omega,whould be the Sigma
That is the Delta of the times when
Perpetual Arithmetic, Omnipotent Algerba,
varible unknown to the known to create for to see DIVINE GEOMERTRY


Eyes

They are the windows to our feelings
They are the narrators of our hearts
They frighten,they confound
From hypnotizing hazel to sensual brown
Mesmerizing green to ocean blue
They arose,They entice,they allure you
Deep withing lie secrets they can not hide
Into them you stare,you can'r deny
Worshipped and adored, they are of every hue
I look into them lovingly,lost in them,in love with you


Flirt

Shifting hips, twinkling eyes
Full lips and thick thighs
You flaunt them, to see my head turn
My concern and my eyes burn
Into you deep, as you stand waiting
Anticipating, contemplating about my pursuit on
Or consider you moot
Because your game is to see how far you can lead me
Your need for the chase, in hopes to erase your chase
Your pretty face will replace fantasy with destiny to have reality
So you play with your hair as it sway, crossed legs long and slender
With Onion back, so I can render, and when I don’t bite the bait and you wait
Now your flirt ends…..and mine begins


The Eloquent Egotist

Eloquent egotism is more like verbal mysticism
Spells that spells words to lines to stanzas
That burn like the Map of Bonanza with the weight of George Costanza
It’s the art of Ebony bard who spits science
Whether it’s blessed compliance or to dispel ignorant defiance
Let the words flow, to show, to go, to know, with the beat in tow
Rhyme the sentimental, taking life on paper in afterglow
With soul and spirit of Yearnin’ Learnin’ like the Elements
With verses that’s timeless like Two Testaments
Biblical, lyrical, a little satirical but the a goal empirical
To tell you that you are Imperial
Words with Rhythms that bring realism with catechisms
Eloquent Egotist realizes the dream which is T.W.is M


Eminence Front

Take hold to greatness that's bestowed unto you
It's the divine spark that needs to shine through
To bulid wonmders,speak wisdom,teach others about the times
Of old and new for posperity's dreams to hold true
We are descedants of royalty bathed in purple and gold like Que
More than what we think ,say, be fulling the prophecy
To rise above adverse situations ,complications, trials and tribulations
For exaltation,jubilation in a convocation of great beings
Diong great things,other than just saying that they will do
Put your best foot forward and be the eminence
Stand strond and upright and be the eminence
Even through rough patches,potholes ,and perils, PRESS ON!!
Eminence is not a facade,it's a front for who you really are.


Wordsmith

I am the wordsmith, the artificer of phonetic construction
My forge of my art is my mind
Roget’s and Webster, my working tools
My motto “By the strength of words, shall this house be establish”
I play with antonyms, synonyms, and homonyms on a whim
I shaped them, mold them, and bend them to my will
Nouns that name, verb verbose, active adjective and adverbs
Conjunctions connecting, preparing prepositions while I INTERJECT
Some color in this house
I take them into my forge, hammer with pen, pad, my anvil

And I create monuments that pay tribute to thoughts and ideas
My working tools at my side, craft and guile, my gift
For I am the wordsmith

A New Day

For over 232 years, 12064 weeks, and each of those 84064 plus days
She lived as an example of how many can be one
She has experienced great joys in unity and goodwill
She also grieved as she was ripped apart in turmoil
She has always selected had a herald, a proxy of sorts
To carry out her whims and well wishes
Duty-bound to protect her beliefs with unconditional faith, freedom, and fervency
An individual whose courage is ferrous, steadfast in nature, and a zealot of wisdom
This day, a person who is a living symbol of all who dwell within her
A picture of her diversity, her will to progress, and her strength to withstand and prevail against her enemies
But also ,her heart to turn former foes into fast friends who would aid her in times of need
This day ,such a herald exist, such a being walk among us
He as the 43 others before him will carry her spirit in his being as he works to be a beacon of hope and change
That herald being Barack Hussein Obama II
A 44 is strong as Brown, fast as Little, one for the ages as The Express