Less Talent

 Less Talent

Demand the finest from yourself that you could possibly do,

and do no less

Do not cheat

produce diamonds from rough carbon, black as coal, hidden

under the earth

under you

from within comes a long train, boxcars of thoughts and ideas

blocking traffic

it's gotta get to where

it lives

out in the open

shiny and exquisite

even cantankerous

as they try to derail the train

they put explosives under the bridges

they watch you

they want to kill

your spirit

and sometimes they do

for awhile

but they are limited

useless people with big opinions of themselves

living proof of the hackneyed coming to life

living pseudo-creative lives

learning the basics but not contributing much beyond that

unoriginal

the less talent, the more academic

bad ass is scared

when he sees the big train

with all that cargo

car, after car, after car

for every passing car is that lowering of the enemy's

self worth

until the enemy willingly puts himself on the tracks

at your mercy