My arch enemy is me...(Revisited)

Is he
the best ever?
His subliminal messages
and delivery are very clever.
I weather his storms of words
whenever, and shower out wetter.
He smiles like cheddar and
cheeses for the camera.
But I'm like whatever, never
do I doubt being even better...

Looking at the
reflection inside of the
mirror of memories past
coming nearer. I see
a bit clearer while viewing
the glimmer from the sun's
shiny shimmer from off of
the surface of the tiny river.
A champion and a winner
from November to November.
Colder than frigid Artic winters.
Far from a beginner.
I sit higher than the drug
empire in the city of Denver...

This round
 is for the pros who write their
style in prose. My obstacles are
seen within my opticles. I suppose
it's hard to expose the foe inside
of your soul so quickly you know.
So-so writing does not scroll or go
inside of the scope of my lens my
friends. A fight within tonight might
not make amends. It just may end up
a fight to the very end. Mice or men?
Written inside of my mind,
no pen. Inside I float within the
open of my own ocean, I swim
and suspend any other thoughts
caught upon a whim. The rapid
fire of my desire blows the doors
off the hinge. School is in session.
A weapon without question,
I move in rapid succession
to capture life lessons inside
of lines of progression with
connections connected until
their meaning is caught.
Holding the weight of a
mountain while kicking
rock. I shall forever
give it all that I've got.
Signed...
The "Unbreakable"
"Mr. Glass"
invincible until
I drop...