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Spoken Life
Spoken Life
Spoken Life, once you sift through all of the hype
Plights of these mental nights rise like the morning light
Mourning is a price to pay every time you read
Every time I write it seems like I internally bleed
Discerning and heeding all of the learning deceiving
Like a furnace I’m burning, old self is leaving
Doused in flames I’m believing, the grim reaper
Is Grieving, angel of death just taking old ways
A fortress of web I’ve been weaving
Leading the followers, the hour has come upon this man
Part time Poet use to be a full time hollow man
The bottled plan has come ashore to be revealed in uncharted lands
Familiar places know who I am but still don’t really understand
A few praises ooohs and ahhs, hip hoorays Horahs
Cliques can perform forever but to me you’re still blahzay blah
A year old fetus never breaching coral doors
With your teachings
Beyond poetry’s womb you’re never reaching
I see a collective parasite that’s leeching
Holding on never letting go, a rerunned episode
A dormant void in the universe, unable to explode
For any new existence it must be some sort of resistance
Breaking away from the norm, a rebellious uplifting
Shifting from the page, the stage, and this electronic paper
Atomic feelings turn readers to vapors, because my heart is gaping
Drained and sometimes vacant, lazy and complacent
Waiting but impatient, sleeping has made me awaken
Raping minds with dreams, has made a nightmare of my reality
B-more STD’s and fatalities is really my actuality
Battling the devil for my family, and my relationship
My relations with my girl needs a lift,
Understanding what needs to be fixed, our
Answers lies at an Abyss
Listless at these paragraphs, they can care less who I am
I sacrificed this so called pad to fill my spirit man
Trying to build skyscrapers on quick sand,
An acclaimed poet, but a feel like a low paid slave
Neglected my bills for this nonsense
This uncomfortable bed I have made
Classic Compositions I gave, was once all the rave
Until the next hot one comes, everyone fades
Out of these clear windows I gaze, at God’s path he has laid
With the faith of a pebble, I can cause tsunami kind of waves
Just because I gave, from my heart without looking for a return
If wisdom is the sun, in its ultraviolet rays let me burn
Let them no longer see my skin, just an ethereal light within
Let all my wounds mend, surviving the mouth of Satan’s den
In this world enemies and friends are identical twins
I want to binge with joyful filled syringe
Baptize in water in scriptures just singe
I guess where poetry and spoken word ends
The P.O.P. life begins…
