I LOVE LAYING IN HIS POETRY WHERE IT MAKES ME IGNITE THE PAGES ON TREE CHOPPED PAPER,
THE KINDA
((CHEMISTRY))
WE EXUDE OMITS THE RIGHT KIND OF VAPORS...
DIMENSIONS ARE STRETCHED FAR BEYOND MY IMAGINATION,
THE THINGS HE'S ABLE TO DEPICT TO MY CEREBRAL CAUSES LUNGS AND WIND PIPES EXTREME AFFIXATION...
INHALING DON'T COME EASY WHEN HE'S THE BEST I EVER HAD PHYSICALLY & WELL AS MENTALLY,
THERE'S NOT ANOTHER BROTHA ON THIS EARTH THAT HAS EVER BE ABLE TO GET TO ME...
I'M LOST IN HIS TRANSLATION WHEN HIS SOLILOQUY BREATHES FIRE ONTO MY SURFACE,
I WOULD NEVER UTTER A DIALOGUE OR JEOPARDIZE ANYTHING THAT COULD EVA WANT TO HURT US...
HE KNOWS I'M BOUT THAT BASS~ THAT BASS WITH
(( NO TREBLE ))
WHEN YOU HAVE THE LOVE OF THE CROWD THEN IT DOESN'T MATTER IF IT'S INSTRUMENTAL OR
((A CA PELLA))
I FIND MYSELF CHAIN SMOKING WITHOUT A
(( CIGARILLO ))
BROKEN WINGS I'M A ANGEL WITH
(( NO HALO ))
SUNRISE BEGINS ON THE FIRST JUNE MOON~
I SIT QUIETLY ON MY PIANO
JUST TO COMPOSE HE THESE TUNES~
IF THE STARS KNEW MY DESTINY THEN MY STORY WOULD BE ETCHED IN RUNES...
A VIGIL BY CANDLELIGHT OF OUR VISUALS,
AND WHEN HE'S NOT IN MY ARMS HE APPEARS TO ME IN THE METAPHYSICAL....
THIS IS DEEPER THAN THE CORE AT THE CENTER OF EARTH,
EVERYTHING KEEPS ROTATING SO FAST BUT I STILL SEE ALL THAT HE'S WORTH...
BARREN CAUSE I CAN'T GIVE BIRTH TO DREAMS I ALREADY LIVED,
DISTANCE AND TIME IS A REHEARSAL THAT WE BOTH STILL LIVE...
THE DEAF COMPOSER WHO STILL WRITES SONGS FOR THE BLIND SONGSTRESS,
MAKING WHAT WE GIVE TO THE WORLD WHERE EVERYBODY WANT US....
(( I STAND BEFORE HIM ))
Copyright © Shan-Teazy Legend 2015
Filled with so much emotion as eye read I could feel every word. Your poetry definitely jumps out at the reader & pull them in...Excellent Work Shantell!!
ReplyDeleteINDEED IT IS.... GLAD YOU DIGS THE SCRIBE!! APPRECIATE NO DOUBT!
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