PerspectiveMore than just a disease lost in a room with bottomless coffee...It is we which hear more than just a tune, endless views and the devils knocking...We all share different moods and battle them dudes...With a mic can't nobody stop em...Through the depths we found middle ground, on the same level type shit....tested sound! A personal bond, real love...true grit...An itch to drop verse...and let the world see us with these hooks that we spit...Perspective7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
EyesI watch them closeEyes9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
they dart and flit
and if they land
they do not sit.
If yours and mine
happened to meet,
they’d soon repel
like legos and feet.
But when they stop,
do take a peek.
For there is what
the owner seeks.
The eyes are where
outside can find
what’s going on
inside the mind.
Force Fed Words"Mouth"Force Fed Words8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
"Just being silly"
"You stay out late and you're such a pretty girl..."
Words force fed down my throat
Breathing through my capillaries and lacing around my body
like tattoos I never intended to be there
"I'm not who you think I am "
"I'm not who you think I am"
like some demented little engine that could
Maybe I'll convince them I'm more blue than red
that channeling through my entire being
is this incredible white light
that just wants to direct itself into hearts
laughing, twirling, singing, being
And that's the thing you know
I've never been content with just being
Until recent events that came tumbling down the rabbit hole
Refracted and abstracted
Not concrete but strong and vivid
Bleeding through stained glass
That once meant cages and suppression
but now alludes to beauty
and maybe I'm what you say I am
but words can be rearranged
I can cast "sonorous" on the ones that matter
Red TapeWhen you want human contactRed Tape9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
but you have red tape
when you wish to run but can't escape
when you want to move things along
but you got red tape
when you've had enough
and you take off your cape
and you start slamming doors
and you start burning bridges
and the building stops
shudders and twinges
I'm laughing only
because it's a bitter deal
"good things comes to those who wait"
when you worry "eventually" translates to "too late"
when you want to change the world
but your enthusiasms a threat
and you make shit happen
announcing you're not through yet
and I refuse to back down
I refuse to play nice
by the book and by the skies
there's a twinkle of rebellion in my eyes