I'm a poet in my prime
Spiffing up my rhymes
I'm a legend can't you see
Only my words feel they spew to you and me
I'm a master at this connection!!!
My wonderful phrases
Creep into your heart
They pierce through like a dart
Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning
Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul!
Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite!
I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion
With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper
How they are presented by the maker
The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs
Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure
That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day
And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics
I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some
With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun
I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions
I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
I'm a poet in my prime
Spiffing up my rhymes
I'm a legend can't you see
Only my words feel they spew to you and me
I'm a master at this connection!!!
My wonderful phrases
Creep into your heart
They pierce through like a dart
Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning
Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul!
Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite!
I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion
With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper
How they are presented by the maker
The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs
Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure
That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day
And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics
I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some
With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun
I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions
I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
