Poetic Justice

I was watching a movie last night and it was called poetic justice. It was a rather fascinating movie, and it actually influence me to continue writing my little poetic paragraphs, if you can call them that.

Poetically i stand here but physically i stand there, the place were you want to be, the place were you need to be. Lyrically my words are like a bullet while my flow is like the gun. As i speak line from line its spews out of the barrel, waiting for a click then a bang...... Such a mystery, I'm here, yet you see me over there, that place they call it that's were i wanna be. But I'm already there, waiting for another to reach me, as they slowly approach me, but then suddenly turn back. BANG, they drop to the floor, and i soon realize i need to turn back, because all alone i am nothing but together we are "THAT", that place were you wanna be, that place were now you "AND" me reside.