#spokenword.

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Oasis of Truth w/ Real True Poet - Spotlight African Poet Q Malewezi

[un-consciously-conscious]

Hazel eyed whippedcream dream.

The world it shrinks and crowds again. People think a hundred thoughts about a hundred things. But i sight here and think of a million things about one thing... Your voice; it rings. I wish you could understand my words i do not mean any harm. And just to feel a graze of arm would send chills down my spine, my thoughts would interwine. I'd die. But only in the best of ways. I'd follow you for days and days till sunshine came around again and gently touched our face...id die...I'd die for love . But only ours I'd die for you and that's because i know that you, babe, only want the best.... You see my face and i see yours, I wish we'd stop this foolish quarrel and love the way we should like how it was before. Time may pass but know it's true that i learn and grow from you so let me watch you silently, I'll sit. I'll sit so still won't say a.thing because as you've heard, .... ...your voice rings.

[un-consciously-conscious]

Untitled.

Oh.no. not this again. It's attacking my brain. Bulging, & swollen & breeding all my pain. This inner woe that i have caged Will multiple.times.10 At the.correct and most specific of hands. I ache. i sore, i wanted this no more!. To sow this sorrow , and to wallow in this sadness, . ...when it's you that makes me the happiest! I can't help that i fell so hard for you... And please don't misinterprete me my princess, But damn, i just found it so easy! And just how could i not? She's more beautiful more than she's hot, but her flame will.scorch on just the rights spots... She's addicted to her ways and I'm addicted to suck. She's textbook perfection . Right down to the.answers at the back.of.the book you can.ask.her but no.she won't tell them. Who me? Oh yeah,.. i suck. I messed up bad,tis tru, that i did, & only seem to keep on digging. A lifeless life to live if lived alone without her in it. My insides burn and melt away second after second because the blood doesn't course like it did when she was here... But i feel it..

[floetic--floetry]

I Am. He Is.

This poem has to do with the scripture "Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that Love it shall eat the fruit thereof." located in Proverbs 18:21. Thee Word. We are. Christ. Thee Word. He is. In the mouth of a poet.. Imprinted on our limbs inside the body of a poet.. Who cannot read or listen.. Alone. Without His breath. Wanting nothing more than to be seen and heard. Spoken and felt. Loved and digested. Clearly a Word. Used in gramatically incorrect sentences, punctuated with the pauses of low self-esteem. Stuttered. Tripping over the tongue, Familiar with the taste of broken dreams mumbled under breath.. Kept inside.. A Word.. Mispelled.. Incorrect. A Word in the mouth of a poet. In the mouth of a servant. In the mouth of a puppet. In the mouth of a killer. Who only knows me from the inside. It knows how we feel on the inside. It goes deeper than the lies that we must swallow. A Word in the mouth of a poet. In the mouth of a servant. In the mouth of a puppet. In the mouth of a killer. Who cannot quite write. As prolific as He might.. Be able to pinpoint the beauty in the in between. Most communication is unspoken. Listen. No one will be able to hear me. But when listened to closely. You might be able to feel.. What God has to say. I am. Lethal. Your tongue is, a hammer. A cap slammer. And you is, Useless.. Without Me. Bullets in, guns like. Hollow. Peace, Love and joy. In Christ; you wallow. See ‘em. Yes ma’am. I am the Man I am. The I more than the am in the I am. So never question the I am. ‘Cause if God wills I am, then His will I am. And not the Will.I.Am, but the will in I am. Legend. Urban. Past. Certain. Presently deserting. Legends. They stand tall. As guns blast, the caps fall. I am. Lethal. A hammer. I am a, Quoted soliloquy, the lyrical exhilery, ready for delivery. Literally. My mouth is the barrel of a gun, my tongue….. Is the art-tilery.