Spoken Word Personified

Spoken Word Personified... (aka Rhyme with No Reason)

"I'll only tell you what I feel inside,
Because I can't begin to take the time to hide,
All of the pain and pressure built,
All of the hatred and oppression felt...

You see, I have hated the life I lead,
And drained the brain cells from which I feed,
They bleed with all of my knowledge and wisdom,
Until the second kingdom fully comes...

Or until I cease to breathe this clean air,
And the information that I have to share,
Is still readily available,
And I am able to spread the words I have, still...
 
Still able to spread the word,
And some of my stories still haven't been heard,
And my tongue is still gripping to the blood that is still dripping.

Dripping from the veins of the ones gone on before,
And the thirsty ones trailing in my footsteps still yearn for more...
 
Until I have no breath in these blackened lungs,
Until the blood still drips from this swollen tongue,
Until my heart ceases to beat,
Until I can no longer move these sore feet,
Until I break down, just break down and cry,
And until the last tear falls down from these red, puffy eyes,
 
Until I just let go and scream,
And the ghost still haunts me in my dreams...
Until I breathe my last breath,
Then pass from life into an unknown realm of death...
 
I'll tell every single soul I know,
About the poetry that I live, and love everywhere I go!
DAMN DAMN DAMN that felt so good,
DAMN DAMN DAMN I wish I could...

Could get this word out to everyone on this earth...
As they enter it, some as early as birth...
HA HA, I wish you could feel what I feel,
And I could show you that this all is SO REAL...
Damn, I can't put down this pen,
My mind is torturing me again!
And I really can't control,
All the all of this joy that is making me whole!
 
I can't breathe, can't smell, can't see...
I'm surprised that this emotion is coming out of me!
I think I'm gonna stop now,
But I really wish I knew how!
 
These emotions inside are running wild
And I feel just like a child!
Feel just like a child?
Yeah, I'm floating on my highest cloud!
 
Unwrapping gifts at Christmas time,
And feeling mighty fine...
This spoken word is taking over me...
I wonder how this can be!
 
I've had enough this has GOT TO END,
Here goes, I'm laying down my pen,
The morale to my story is really clear and strong...
I'll spread this word my entire life long.
 
How did this happen,
How can this be?
I've been given a gift that will last way after me!
I've been gifted with a golden pen way greater than Midas' gold...
I've been gifted with a tongue that gets my story told!
 
Keep writing poetry my young friend...
Because one fine day my story will end!
And you need to pick up where I dropped the ball...
And you'll need to tell your story to all!"

The Loveless Angel™...


Devised by:
     Stephen M. Brown