Step up to the mic and strike first with a smile of one liners, with observations or tales that begile them. For a smile will disable them while your lines slide in behind them, almost whispering, selecting the sharp-soft phrases that will best ******* those guarded places. Looking with innocence into their faces, turning minds stage by stages, persuading with insights, with stories of real life, with familiar tales of familiar strife. Then when you follow through and strike with the punch line they have no defence and have no time to decline the good sense found in this food for thought, laughing to a sudden realised stop, looking again at their lives, with a fertive smile of dawning delight at the shed light on shared lives found in your soft amplified lines. - Do it right when you step up to the mic and you will change lives.
With thanks to Poetical Word, Hounslow London for open mic nights.
The wind did try to bend the tree. The tree did not comply with glee. “If you do bend you will not break…” “But if I bend my back will ache!” The wind blew soft, “It’ll only tickle.” The tree just coughed, “If it remains a trickle.” The wind blew hard: a threatening gale. “I will stand firm; I know this tale!” Without patience, like a wave, the wind’s full force said, “Tree, behave!” To this, the tree did move to bow. The wind blew on, “You’ll listen now.”
VERSE 1 Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works. Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion... She's as ruthless as the best of them.
PRE-CHORUS You'll always love her in the end X2
CHORUS Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive. These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own.
VERSE 2 It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in. You're a victim to her persuasive skills. It's an art-form of suggestion.
PRE-CHORUS CHORUS BRIDGE CHORUS X2
When I set out to write this song (Skeletons), the core idea was about a girl I'd just met and was crushing on deeply, but the more I wrote, the more I focused inward on how I was viewing the relationship. Now when I read it back, and listen to the song I recorded with these words, it's more an insight of my ocd, and how it affects my interactions with other people.
Link to stream of Skeletons - http://rvrb.fm/1RZ1nXx.
Goosebumps rise upon my thin exhausted arms. The wind , harsh against the little warmth radiating from inside. It's hard to see through the murky fog of the world. A cold , dark world. There's no rhyme nor reason to continue to exist. It wanted me out and now it has nearly succeeded. The only thing keeping me here is the sound inside my head. The persuasion of reason.
Hungered for a taste of your elixir's essence, drunken inhalations of your poetry a splendiferous whirl of time & space 'tween darkly scented moons and sun's adoration, blithe starry nights amidst meditative new dawn's effervesce, spirited of the heart, gleaned in the soul, yearnings of another chapter's paradise universal experiences etched of hourglass sand, written upon endlessly chimerical verses wildflower gardens drenched of dandelion's plum wine swooning under a hypnotic scripted spell, intoxicating power of unchained symphonies dancing amongst skies' released euphoria resonating in a song's reprised melodies, breathlessness of delirium's celestial pauses in vaporous breezes' unfurling undulation, captivated by rhythmic destiny reverberating in *****' pleasurable calling quenched of sacred offering's quell transcending earthly persuasions' rhyme, let me lick the nectar from your poesy's insatiable lips, sweet mercy's healing captured in rapturous surrender's reawakening ~
Je veux que vous tous,
tu me manques*
Ce que vous manquez de moi?
Je te veux - I want you tu me manques - I miss you