Friday, January 29, 2010

Slam style, beat length

What's that you ask me?

What's with this empty face?

Empty not,
honey dear

empty's nowhere in this place

let me attempt to tell you
what's plain beyond the stare
how i walk and talk and daydream
on things you don't see there

see i

dream incantations
i
walk with gods and more
i
weep meditations
i
devour metaphors

i
stride in step with furies
i
float above the trees
i
look down on creation
i
come back into me

i rise with hopes astounding
bed down in reverie

the face may look empty,
but the mind will never be.

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