Techno-Freestyle

The digital child comes back to make some poetry.

Spitting a little poetry

in time spitting rhymes 

giving signs

like the symbols from a mime 

 

going around the town

contemplating 

the philosophical decisions 

of daily life, 

moving away 

from that which creates the strife, 

 

the complications 

and making it 

and having a wife

 i go and move forward, 

 

ahead of all obstacles 

blocking from impossible goals 

that i make a reality 

through the making of my insanity, 

creativity 

used to create 

that which i prove 

to not be fallacy 

 

the truth i uphold 

to the highest degree 

a burning figment of passion 

i embed on history 

 

i play the game for days, 

take them down 

i'm on a spree 

slaying bosseswith my words 

once thought of as absurd 

 

the mute musician

making a living 

off of singing through words 

with no beat 

a rhythmic instrumental of accapella, 

 

it's a,

take time, 

take time to realize,

the real truth from the lies 

that which i despise 

and go on to find 

the error of your ways 

that once caused dismay, 

 

it's a breath of fresh air 

to not care, 

have no worries 

a hakuna matata medley 

of the methods gained from fury 

 

i take my past 

angst, 

anger, 

depression, 

and break from this suppression,

succession after recession...

a movement post-session

 

-Jerisson DeLacruz 2-12-2012