I whispered on paper and my lyrics spun on a
Deck, phrases slipped on to the vinyl and mixed
As I spoke the words of a generation. Spilled
Verse lost from tongue to paper to word.

Never letting go where I came from, I lived
The words that played on the vibes that echoed
On to what was, what is, what is the moment
That comes from a voice spoken lyrically out.

Listen to my words, what they spell out, is a
Sentence of the life I live, the only one I got.
I could play it like I lived a different life but this
Is the part my life breathed and nearly never survived.

Could have had a 9 to 5 but my words needed to be
Spelt out. Listen to the voice that tells you of a
Lifetime that is worded out. My life screams upon
Ink, upon voice hear what I have to speak out.

Mist embraces the lake as light gently
opens the world to my gaze, I behold
the majestic wanting's of vison that
captures my thoughts and feeling.

My hands clasped upon my chin as
dragonflies dance around the waters
edge and all is serene. I view the
surrounding as my gaze widens.

Vapours eclipse into oblivion and
everything is now seen. I sit upon
my terrace and take everything in.

She came to me less than a whisper
and her music entered my heart
just to be riding the wind was Zen
as we Ying and Yang'ed the stars.

Nothing moves very fast around here
except where the ferry regurgitates;
all her passengers into vehicles.
And then its a mad dash past,
all racing onward to their varied bowers.