The Camera Man
 

My casually tensed steps move in a circle around the scene~
my cold, sweaty palms choke a camera my eyes behind a lens's gleam~
my focus is focused on my life, time progresses the show~
forgetting my current plight i write to continue professing the flow~
in reality heat scorches me but my camera man continues his task~
his actor's unwavering arms rise above his head and shrouds it in a mask~
a ski mask at that the camera man bites his tongue and his heart starts throbbin~
his actor smiles under the mask and pulls a gun from the closet~
the grin isnt captured but to the camera man its no vivid dream~
he knows of it's existance because our camera man here lived the scene~
cut to our actor flipping a cellular device a grizzly voice comes~
from the noise comes a solemn countenance, our actor tells his boys come~
the camera man sits next to the actor on the pissy couch, neck craned to capture the latter beast~
shattered dreams exit the small apartment followed by a lens in search of a masterpiece~
a lonely drop of sweat ventures across the camera man's brow~
crawling out of existance much like our actor his language is foul~
"fuckit son lets waste him before the pig nightcop's night watch"~
the actor and his boys take turns dragging on a light, soft~
screeching tires become the climax, our camera is in hot pursuit~
a middle aged woman exits a creaky church as our actor pops her suit~
his robbers shoot but our actor runs into the church and leave's holey most~
erupts his gun and leaves old folks shakin without the holy ghost~
his purpose lost he runs to the exit, stain glass with sun fire~
he waves the piece around but is met by sireens and a blanket of gunfire~
our camera man bends around the bullets and goes closeup to fool a dud~
our actor gets his first closeup, face down in a pool of blood~
the camera is shut off and the whole world fades~
i return to the present, serving eternity as the underworld's slave~
my recollection of my wrong evaporate in the heat in turn i swell~
with pain hate and rage but for all ages, im gonna burn in hell~

1luv.

elevation is key...1luv.

wow man, nice piece
I don't really know if I got the message straight tho... I felt like the camera kinda was like your dreams or a movie you're describing but yet you come back at reality. My bad if I'm mistakin.
But anywayz, the thing I luved most was your flowz and vocab... you just make it all sound so easy.
Nice piece, I've been readin ya work and very inspirin dawg.
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^thanks for following my poems man, ur dedication and replies keep me going, 1luv.

good stuff...it took me a couple of tries to get the message...but after while i got it...you have a nice writing style...i like this...STAY UP

^much thanks man, elevation is key, 1luv.

elevation is key, 1luv.

that was hot shit.keep it up.

^thank you, elevation is key, 1luv.

normally i would elt this die but i think it deserves one more up at least, 1luv.