Spoken Word:
'Spoken Book'
By: RICARDO FANAKEN
What if my life was a spoken book
What tall tales it might tell
Would the pros exceed the negative
Or by the wayside, would it be expelled
If people read through the life of these pages
Would it inspire like sages
With each turn do you see a another side of me
Or as a whole am I just faceless
And have I mastered my inner identity
Sifting through all my vanity
Have I felt those growing pains I've been told off...
...As I probe through my insecurities
The inner workings of this hidden man
Is my life as turbulant as many oceans
Or are my feet fortified as I cross these mountains
As I set my foot prints on all these inner lands
Is my life subject to an hour glass of sinking sands
With each sinking grain drowning any chance to expand
Or do I have time to explore
To adore or abhor
On the wings of life can I really soar...
...As I survive lifes curves and edges
Am I master of this craft
With every line designed
Centered and shined
Gleeming for wavering eyes
Of all to see
Is it all expressions of great wonder
Words expressed through sounds of thunder
As I navigate within this hidden deep
What ventures, will I really find lying underneath
I ponder...