La Blueprint

As this chapter is brought
To you in a Sculpture visions
Of mine traces of my rapture
You try capture

I returned like a shooting star
Falling with no landing not
Likely to crash into another
In Eternity my time was created

My lines in Poetry has been
Blueprinted I wipe my hands off
The walls of fame I walk on Hats
As you take it off for me

My dirty footprints create a path on
the red carpet the spot is clouded as
others lift the dust of it my absence is
presently manifested more then when I was

Encores are against my Laws
Sirens are against my silence

Against the odds am is my enticement
Come what may grounded is my
Stand I float on others words that
Shoot against me I’m on a high

Unconsciously I surpass all claims
Inspiring the reader as a mind feeder
Poet addicts need no rehab
The crave is far greater then heroin

Daily they search the net for others
Heartbeats to not drug themselves
But others my digesters know not mine
Name but the ones isolating them

Who’s hearts do I then Blueprint on?