A piece of time formatted only for small minds
Its like you watching cable for wisdom
And I Got sattelite image in high definition
And its formatted to all time wide screen
So its not a poem its a experience
Lets dim the lights close the blinds
Call on a Indian and a reptile king
And relearn not all words are transcendent
So yea, I'm shaking my head at alot of men
Who were given a gift only to exploit and misuse
Bought and censored are another word used
Sponsorship.
Enough money they take for material gain
Selling their responsibility for power
And buy into the things that first had them bounded
So I laugh at all these wealthy who are confused
Think they got talent when they shop for words
And take the credit.
Because all those words and never said nothing
Useless phrases, wordplay and rhythm
Nothing you say ever transcended
Any further than lips on their narcissistic heads
If you are not plugged in you are tuned out.
He or she who can put pen to paper
And write words for all to cherish and savour,
Who can touch the heart and fire the mind
And make us see things as if we were blind;
Who paints word pictures, again and again
With the swiftest strokes of a ballpoint pen,
Awakening feelings of wonder and awe
That, perhaps haven’t been sensed before;
Who makes heavy hearts feel at ease
As easily as the wind bends willow trees;
Truly, on that Poet’s words we should feed
For surely they’re worthy of praise indeed.
The word wizard weaves his whiley words,
And we believe the words he weaves.
Then with a silky pen and clever hands
He sets about his master plans.
To make a map; a treasure map, were he leads me to a place,
Where stores are islands and x marks the spot in advertising space.
Its time he smiles; time to begin with wand in hand he scratches chin,
With his wizard words and bikini eyes he blurs the lines between risk sin.
Then as the wizard weaves for us a sticky world of wants,
We lose ourselves our minds and eyes to the wants the wizard weaves.
He reaches me and touches me with wants I never knew existed,
He is the trinklet master my add candy man and cannot be resisted.
Pen in hand and paper amassed
the ink drips slowly down
the writer seeking perfection of words
unbequest of a simple knowledge
the words are not the issue
the work is built not by words alone
but by ideas behind them
from intuiton to ambition
you ,Rembrant, your brush the pen in hand
and your masterpiece before you
the template your mind and soul
I have always loved to write
real…romantic rhymes
but now I have to feel free to
form a fantastic freeverse
with my creative caps on and my
pleasant pen and pad
I am doing this, drawing words
from the well of wild words.
To flow in this fabulous fountain,
all I need are tender tools;
Witty words, rare rhymes and
some lovely lyrics,
adding the flavour
of impressive
imageries, just to cruise
in the cart of creativity.
Playing with words and using
originality as my errand boy,
I dare to ramble and fumble but
never rumple my art's artillery
keeping each line lovely, lively,
meaningful and readable.
I patronize punctuations
just to paint
a perfect poem with the pen of
passion.
Poetry is all about what you have
to write and how you write it;
where and when you write it
does not really matter… at all
So I just felt free to
write a fantastic free verse in the
fountain filled with fragrant
flowers.
I'm working on a title,
Exploring every angle.
I'm purchasing inspiration,
Disastrous like temptation.
Then body work is needed,
Since words are rarely heeded.
And all the thoughts combining,
Add heart, the silver lining.
I'm working on a title,
Each idea just as vital,
The words form conclusions,
And satisfy delusions.
I need a solid rhyme scheme,
With purposefully driven theme,
Because all these things do make
This Poetry, sweet as a cake.
I'm working on a title,
To begin this as I write all
These words for frivolous reading,
In this places for poets' meeting.
And at the bottom, this finale
Where all my thoughts do rally,
So that when we've reached the end,
This title, strange, we comprehend.
My words are so deep that when i speak i create
a void in your mind.
It's like a poetic poison running through the veins of
your membrane;
Paralyzing your state to maintain...
You can't think of a thought to conclude...time has
refrained.
'Though attempts you've tried to resist, still left you
commentless.
Like a sudden collapse of social structure that can't
be revisited.
You try to rebuild your thoughts, 'though my words won't
let you in.
My words are so creative, your chances are way
too thin.
No wonder there's no response...your mind can't
take it in.
For I've left you speechless...captivated by-submission.
Let us write a song
write it's music,write it's words
Let us Write all day long
till the song is in our ears
till we feel it in our tears
till our heart is falling.
Let Those words exist forever,
Let those words fill our hearts with hope
So we taste it on our tongues
the embers popping from it's tune
Vibrating turns our souls askew
We've created something true
Be My Muse and help me spread it
Sending it to all with love
We created art together
Hand in hand, the sky above.
It’s a wet place, where the words live,
Where dreams rain, and they all give
The words life.
It’s a dry space, where the words die,
It’s a rock-place, and it’s all dry
From hot strife.
I'm standing in the heat.
Blood and tears just life in the streets.
Eternally bleeding with a heart of a beast.
Trap in a street war but still hoping for peace.
An eye for an eye a rule that can't be beat.
In the eyes of my enemies I'm just fresh meat.
I'm just a soldier with a pride that can not be shake.
Walking through the neither world with a heart that ache.
Born and raise in streets I'm just a tool for war.
Love,hate,and envy the basic ingredients for war.
Living with no emotion my heart is trap behind this brick wall.
Fighting against families watching as our empire falls.
So I'm smoking to calm my nerves my words are superb.
No my words are lethal my life is full of action yes I am a verb.
Plus I'm addicted to green.
That's right I'm addicted to money and weed.
They said pain is not always good but pain is all I see.
It's like I'm lost at sea my soul is just going with the breeze.