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Everyone is a book
Daily writing their stages
Introducing their character
And maybe sharing some pages....

Drafts of my music, I will someday soon polish.


Monday, July 19, 2010

E=MC

We are energy

In a world of relativity

Being pulled magnetically

Gravitating in circles based on tones of polarity

Attracted to like frequencies

Synthesizing unique chemistries

Creating sparks of electricity



E = MC squared up on the beat

Riding Wav’s, timing space, rising exponentially

Shedding light

Changing skin

Out of body

Channeling

Losing self

Found again

In Layers of language

Recalibrating

In this rhythmic ritual

Checkin’ the levels of decibels

Translating

Bass lines and trebles

Mixing vibrations together
 
Feeling recentered now


Steady, ready to let self go

’n set this flow of syllables

Like skippin’ stones over tempos

as river rolls Will in ripples

Spilling forth in your circles

fillin’ souls, subliminal

Hitting notes square in their middles

From kick, snare to cymbal

Lifted slow to a boil

As verses simmer

Delivered in timbre


Little by little ‘til

listeners listen closer

Mindful of a small tickle

On the tip of the skull

As a gradual feeling trickles

Ever quicker into a flood

Over-come with

Head rushes of shivers

Running, coursing, pulsing, Truth

Driving energy directly through

These passages supplying fuel 

To take off in spiritual vehicles

Initiating launch sequence

Now counting down

4 everyone aboard

3 fasten mind on-

2 becoming all as

1

Ignition, Rev the engines

Push the limits, ever reaching in union

As an extension of light speed’s

Infinite body


Energy is the MC squared up on the beat

Producing human evolution using music theories

Ever improving techniques

Building pressure

Condensed in these measures

Fine tuning lyrics to light up the fuses

Sonics boom in revolutions

As verbal explosives

Blow minds open to notice

Windows of mental potential


Testin’ Methods most effective

To move heads with mic ‘n message

Keeping pen sharpened in action

etching with the cutting edge

Slicing until  at wits’ end

then stretchin intellect again

Making certain  the pen is

still the finest of weapons

Wordsmithin’ ammunition

Forgin poems, reloading

Full clips of wisdom

Shootin multi-rounds a second

As this lyricist, grips you in

Synthesis for these minutes

through your audio systems

Connected with the collective

With metaphors

Swinging swords

Striking chords

Open doors

To explore

And transform in this

Alchemic metamorphosis


Shedding light

Changing skin

Out of body

Channeling

Losing self

Found again

Energy’s

Equivalent 

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