****
It's funny how consecutive letters can bring about inspiration
(I've learned to balance my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation)
its been a minute since I've had my feelings in it
(this **** is never-ending so there is no end to begin it)
I got time in my pocket and there is no better place to spend it
than here on this mic...
don't ask me how I am doing
because I am not fine
so I continue to work through my pain as I cry through my rhymes
and I hate it and love it at the same time
****** me off, yet excites me so
its chocolate covered honey baked ham
served with raw egg yolks
a perfect-disconcerted measure of pleasure and pain
but I can't have the sweet without the salt
cuz it wouldn't taste the same
and the bitter-after taste of its reminder would not be there to sustain
the hard earned lessons that are now burned into the brain
casting these sad images of this life like a video on repeat
and I can't run from my reality no matter how fast I move my feet in retreat
So I use my spoken words to inhale its life into my lungs
I open my heart and tune my ear to the song that is being sung
inside me (God-- can you hear it?!)
This birthing of my desire so rare; so hot that its cooling to the touch
I love how I am powerless to it-- my appetite insatiable and can never get enough
This thing is a love affair....
I don't think I ever loved something so hard that was so physically intangible
but living without Word is most assuredly unmanageable
wanting to abandon it all to be with it is a thought purely fanciful
but its better than living here in this world without feeling -- with out its Love
Word to me you're so healing-- gives me that feeling that keeps me reeling like no one on earth ever has
Lost in my pages left to secure and blanket me
I am comforted by your presence
but the correct combination of itself can be found
unlike the lips of the utterer...
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 7:59 AM UTC
****
It's funny how consecutive letters can bring about inspiration
(I've learned to balance my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation)
its been a minute since I've had my feelings in it
(this **** is never-ending so there is no end to begin it)
I got time in my pocket and there is no better place to spend it
than here on this mic...
don't ask me how I am doing
because I am not fine
so I continue to work through my pain as I cry through my rhymes
and I hate it and love it at the same time
****** me off, yet excites me so
its chocolate covered honey baked ham
served with raw egg yolks
a perfect-disconcerted measure of pleasure and pain
but I can't have the sweet without the salt
cuz it wouldn't taste the same
and the bitter-after taste of its reminder would not be there to sustain
the hard earned lessons that are now burned into the brain
casting these sad images of this life like a video on repeat
and I can't run from my reality no matter how fast I move my feet in retreat
So I use my spoken words to inhale its life into my lungs
I open my heart and tune my ear to the song that is being sung
inside me (God-- can you hear it?!)
This birthing of my desire so rare; so hot that its cooling to the touch
I love how I am powerless to it-- my appetite insatiable and can never get enough
This thing is a love affair....
I don't think I ever loved something so hard that was so physically intangible
but living without Word is most assuredly unmanageable
wanting to abandon it all to be with it is a thought purely fanciful
but its better than living here in this world without feeling -- with out its Love
Word to me you're so healing-- gives me that feeling that keeps me reeling like no one on earth ever has
Lost in my pages left to secure and blanket me
I am comforted by your presence
but the correct combination of itself can be found
unlike the lips of the utterer...
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