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Ode To Expression
Fatherd by inspiration Mothered by poetry
You infected my soul and inadvertently set me free
I died in the arms of your daughter melody
Lyrically she changed me
Mentally I felt her reality in the beat
Of a drum the sounds whose vibrations originllay comes
From the street from a stompin my feet
To the tune of my eternal heart beat
The same thumpin that perpetually stopped
When I laid eyes on upon the light
Your son,philosphy,he afflicted me with spiritual leprosy
Cleansing all the lies
And burdens of deception
So here's to you
My voice
My source
My savior
Expression
this was quite creative. . . i loved how you described complicated words as though they were people themselves.
Reading this takes me to sitting in an audience as you stand on stage with the microphone in your word with the drummer striking on just the right lines to emphasise your point as you rasp out your emotions to the sound of your expression set free to yourself, the world, and now poetry.