Suppose you want to strike a pose
And get up on a mic to recite your prose
In hopes to delight and excite my toes
Up to my head.
I'm digging your rhythm and your rhyme.
I'm looking through your prism and moving in your time.
I'm eating your words and drinking your wine,
While lying in my bed.
Now my words begin to flow.
Untie my thoughts and let them go.
Reply to what my soul does know.
See why I choose instead
To sing a song unsung,
To speak an unknown tongue,
To start where none's begun,
To go where I am led.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
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