Hot air shimmies
down the dirt road
and asphalt sidewalk alike
Your skin is breathing
its little flame tassels
in unison
Chaos is here and there, everywhere
You are steeped in its ancient solvent
melting the rigid fabric of
long outgrown frames of mind
Offer your edge to the wild
unruly breath
to the dance of
constriction and release
Let the string of sweat beads
scatter on the floor of this friction
Flow down to the land of this skin
that knows no bounds
Holy water rising from the bone-deep well
to rinse you clean, wash you down
crack you open to surrender
dip you and your inmates
into the luminous presence
of an ordinary breakout
Hallelujah
Arbitrary baseline of creativity.
Believe in the beats that are felt,
ask a lyric to see where it goes.
Nearby is that heart on a sleeve,
describe what is dying inside;
say it with all the courage you can.
Bang it out let it heal your pain
allow for a release to come.
Captivate yourself,
keep calm if tears start to fall.
Best what you’ve created before,
okay it’s hard but always worth it.
Never bend find the breakout,
eat the hungry audience up.
Through the Mississippi River trenches
Bayou close
Plantation seen in the distance
Cruising through Southern history’s past
Battle and Struggle
Civil War breakout
Slavery quo
Acceleration having a slow pace
Rebel among the multitude of voices
Southern accent
Freedom thought
The need being a slow proceed
Won’t, Can’t, Shouldn’t and total stand still
The vision of slaves being compelled to function on the many plantations sun up to sun down
Breezes were only a wave with a fan
Mississippi River far and wide
Shores yonder
Banjos setting the tone for boundaries forbidden
Folklore testimonies
Singing and dancing through the circumstances
Slaves praying every chance
Only Slaves knew the trouble they seen
Having the understanding I mean
Southern drawl components
Mouth to Mouth
The Mississippi River belle telling how the Mississippi River being the passage way in bringing Slaves for plantation purposes
Mississippi River ever wise
Southern element no surprise
Beyond the spectacle, but slaves had to succumb having no surrender, but ordinance.
"Is it better to speak or to die?!"
You speak of my future,
Dismissing my nature.
Yet, just for your suture
But what of the life I capture?
I continue to elaborate,
Still, you dominate.
The emotions I demonstrate,
You find ways to understate.
Can you hear my breakout,
Or do I have to shout?!
Right — to you I merely spout.
Will you listen when I’m snuffed out?
Officially, I can’t hear nature,
Not when you're an oppressive creature.
Will you ever nurture,
Before I make my departure?
Anxiousness cause a breakout in hiccups,
When sentences sound like dainty teacups,
I cough them out, like troopers,
Catch audience jaws, droopers,
Hard look made all of them, only shut up.
Every family got one
That one family member who
You won't invite to the cook-out
Because you know that they'll
Do something stupid to turn it out
And pissed everyone off, might
Even cause a fight to breakout
Every family got one
That one family member
Who's the jokester, who sit
Around and tell those tall tales and
Have everybody laughing even
Though you know they're lying
Through their teeth
Every family got one
That one family member
Who's greedy and tries to suck up
All the liquor knowing they can't handle it
But tries anyway
And falls on everyone even the ground
Every family got one
That one family member who
Tots off plates of food
To their car claiming not wanting to cook
The next day but you know that they're
Just being hoggish over food
Every story with words of their own
Poet perspective
Defined commitment with a desire to fulfill
Through the mind having will
Agonizing struggle propelling igniting power
Like a cake in the oven ready to rise
The thought of thinking only imagining
Every Poet having their own theory
Emotions like moving oceans and rivers
Flowing
Like morning dew that comes in the sunrise
It becomes pursue where journey begins
The Need, Desire, Construct all come to mine
Poets are often seen as deep and complex
Inner soul behind the behold at their grasp
Uplifting inspiration in Poets to be
People Poets seen through the eyes of humanitarian in write and confront
The gift being a perk
The structure being the Creativity and Collaboration of Poets behind the idea of words as escorts
One jolt of words letter by letter through moment in time
All genuine
A world that won’t always be kind
Poets confess
Being their test
Into the atmosphere of Poets everywhere
Clear glass of reflection
Needing the reader’s attention
Behind the indication
The diary of divine
Elegance like refreshing wine
Poet’s words warm and kind
Nothing else compares
Poets are about sincere in share.
Good day Broadway
Welcome to New York City
The first time stepping out on the Great White Way Stage
The wonder, dream and anticipation
Nervousness throughout
A Dream Come True
The stage was set
Dazzle and Sizzle
Spotlight search
Front and Center
Music leveraged up
The view of the audience
A breakout in song with a cast in sing along
Then words of anguish and desperation
Emotions overflow
Living the dream of success
Talent being shown
Name on the marquee full blown
Tomorrow seen at that moment
Broadway that was the here and now
Eyes of entertainment
Appreciation in loud applause from the audience
The Bow in approval
The Thank you
Curtain comes down
The regards to Broadway
Hear ye all, henceforth, Let it be proclaimed,
the first five books are synchronously known
as The Pentateuch. Leading faiths acclaimed
to be Christian and Jewish drawn from stone.
Claimed author, by and large, flight stareway
to wings and hauls swarthy locked dominion.
Greek pente five teuchos book, or crock-clay
to bear volume. Congruence brand common.
Transcend sanctioned, chosen by the divine,
retrieve and set free, quagmire pre-breakout
--God's Law Giver, ... Hebrew Torah enshrine
Moses. Collective's command role, no doubt.
Numbers, *** Genesis, **Who?** Leviticus,
Deuteronomy, *****Mosheh,***** Exodus.
In the land of the Devil’s Vineyard
The cry becomes a silence
Through the tears of revelation
The need for Holy in desperation
In the wilderness of conviction
The fall down on the knees
Eyes of Heaven’s skies
Imprisoned in the Devil’s lair
Shackled in chains
The need for a breakout
The cry holy echoes
Chains break
The heart shouts holy
Cries on praising joy
The release from the Devil’s Donegan
Holy, Holy, Holy
Victory through the cry out.
Beneath the folds within the brains
Of some of us exist remains
Of early traumas, tucked away
And if we’re lucky, there they’ll stay.
Yet if we aren’t, they’ll sneak through
And possibly provide a clue
To why some triggers make us snap
As if we’ve stumbled on a trap.
That knowledge, though, won’t be enough
To call that bottled genie’s bluff
For once he’s gone, it’s time to deal
With what his breakout does reveal.
As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.
As I did mature,
my music went on a grand tour.
Loving to dance all night doing the waltz,
then a bubble bath with lavender salts.
When down and out,
the old blues lets me breakout.
"life is a song" to be sung,
just open your mouth and wiggle your tongue.
It tells the soul,
I’ll give you wings.
I’ll enlighten you and bring peace.
I’ll fill your mind with a brilliant idea.
I’ll cause your heart to feel like it agrees…
With me, anything is possible –
Even the darkest doubts will see…
With me, the champion, the star –
There is a promise of no worries, no qualms,
No reason to doubt the alcohol.
It tells the soul,
You’re free to do anything,
You can dream and believe.
You can always achieve.
You will know and agree… this drink,
It provides your mind with ingenuity,
Gives your heart wings, your life originality.
It tells the soul,
Yes, oh yes, you are free,
While, in secret, it locks the chains,
Chains sent to expose your insecurity,
Chains meant to destroy your certainty,
Chains sent to darken your skies,
And bleed worry into all of your nights.
As it tells your soul – you are free,
It imprisons you with bonds that, in fact,
Will make it nearly impossible to breakout,
Escape the tears, the fears, the years…
Seas of heartbreak and loneliness,
Seas of misery and melancholic fate,
Seas who drown you in an alcoholic’s regret!
Wait a minute, there's a little boy in a airplane his brain has a lot of pain.
A man wash with hair with shampoo then he gets a tattoo, a bamboo or a tabbo Wierd tell you to, is nice like ice.
Breakout, Mike tyson last knockout, in the weekend's I feel week, give a stick look at the tree.
Making a new dish, a fish in the sea says hello fine, my mind, sign oh wine.
Don't crie don't be shie I'm here for you, yeah you the person that saved me, from the darkness all the brightness.
A lot people said Sorry a lot don't give a f0ck it's cool I now there are fool's.
Stick tik tak toe, tik tok american psycho, I'm not like you, who always uses his recycle.
I'm nice I said twice, I'm winner and a rapper a singer and whatever I want this feelings are popping of.
Spit out the clot of revenge
that kills your voice, that dries up world sympathy.
You have the right to resist -- to a limit.
Transgress and you're judged harshly by history.
Obey the law of conscience in your darkest hour
and survive the hurricane you instigated with your daring breakout from your
open prison, interlaced with illicit cruelty.
No Gazan voted you in power to set their homes on enemy fire! Where in Quran you find rationale for abducting women and children, for murdering whole families in cold blood?
The aura of 'Free Palestine' floats in another way with your self-inflicted wounds.
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