I don't want what I write to be known only to dusty tomes and explored on chalkboards,
No!
I want the loam of my speech to find minds and grow
and reach skyward...
Rows of clouds now loud with laughter after
my branches dance across faces
and lick ticklish places.
I want to leave minds blinded by mine,
not coldly reciting blight upon stale kites trying to fly
but the wind will not spin it right.
I don't need bespeckled eyes trying to rise from the ash of syntax
for You Are No Pheonix!
You are not lover of lost art resurrecting parts of greater ages!
There is nothing Pertinent in worshipping pages!
This is an age of story, its glory is visual,
its ritual is silver screen dreaming of the things you would say.
Toss those scrolls away!
Fidget with the digital!
Sway to the wave of the future,
suture your roots from the ground
and compound crowns to adorn heads being fed by your texts!
It's respect! I implore you
don't reject the inflection of popular opinion,
but seek invention, pretense, and minions.
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hey Spring!! You have been missed. The wait was worth it though. You knoooooooow I love Spoken Word and this poem "spits" the pure fire! As soon as I find my mic and headphones I'm going to record some of my pieces and we can setup an Aural Enima for all those in need of Cerebral surgery.
One Love,
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Thanks, john, I was hoping you'd pop by.
I've had a lot of work in rhyme recently. I did some writing for the theater at school and my scene is entirely in verse. It took a great deal more doing than I had anticipated to transfer an idea from poetry to the stage, and I think the experience has sharpened me a bit as a linguist. We'll see.
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Awesome. Not like you didn't know that.
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