Brotha BrooK

SPOKEN RAIN

          Life in Brother BrooK is always WET.......
 
I could be Boiling Hot, Bubbling Liquifying Intoxicating Vapors Or ,
 A Rock Hard Petrified Glacier, 

 Brother Brook Flows
like a loooong snake that Makes & Creates  the Mississippi to the Nile , matters Not Now that it matter Not How i Flow Where I go i flow.
From Africa to America kids play with me ,
 around the world boys an Girl's they all seem to know ME.

I'M SO Friendly  not your enemy
So  why  try  Stop me , Why  try  Damn ME ,  Why try  to  De-lay .....ME, And some use toxins to poison ME !
I flow throw your Sewer , I'm the moister in  Manure, I stay sanitized,   Ive  been baptized
lord saved me clean  Pure , ........hallelujah ,

i maintain   re-arrange
an change unrehearsed
i shape shift an build up until
I BURST Don't Curse WET WORDS
when i Flow,    where i go i Flow.

I'M THE RAIN THAT FALLS TO YOUR HEAD
I'M THE SOUND THAT PUTS YOU TO BED
Fish need me clean to breath , You need me Clean to take a drink, Sit Down An Think,
when u sink, into the tub
that lurking in the dark an murky cray fish snap
creatures adapt an lungs ca-lapse
  when pressure is deep in Caves
Tidal waves to ants , an gray sky looms over land Where native Americans Chant Prance a Rain Dance.

  Salomon swim in the north where its nippy ,
  in the south , Big mouth Bass lay eggs -
creatures with four legs,

live by me -lie by me

prey by me- maybe  even die by me .

So as earth quakes an Water breaks , bring fourth life,

because life is the nicest -
if I'm ever gone  definite crisis,  
there's  a price on my head

an Altho I'm priceless !    

You think I'm meek an weak enough to be bottle for three measly bucks , BUT ,
 I'm strong enough
to make steel rust.

humanity Will die. if Humidity is to high in the sky to feel the Drops  on your Face-
 it takes a miracle to Form ME -see,
  Angle in the sky float down and Gather,
 Kisses melt to form a dribble, that connects to my Cousin Creek,  Do nt believe me.?
just go Ask my Uncle Ocean Or My Sister SEA..
On sandy soil Slaves Toil Temperatures Boils,  on the desert ,...
Deserted U imagine me,   You cant Reach Me
Yet i flow beneath your Feet..

 BROOK is naturally
Religiously or Scientific-Ly  made by G.O.D
 a tangible Material is Simple
H.2.0 mineral i Trickle
From the Inner Place to Outer Space i am Universal

I maintain change an re-arrange Unrehearsed
I shape shift An Build UP UNTIL, ........
i burst ......i don't curse wet Words When I flow..
Thee   Cre-Ator made ME, Rise tall ABOVE
AS Waters Fall With LOVE
SO think of ME and G.O.D
The next time you LOOK
 Into the Water ,An Call me Brother Brook*   
  Call Me, Brother Brook
Call Me, Brother Brook
Call Me ,Brother Brook*

Author's Note

competition poem meant to be spoken ...

Reviews

[Faceless Love]

Beautiful, just full of imagery ! Personification of water is amazing. People often worry about material things and forget the natural elements are actually what we need to survive. I love poetry that makes me reflect and challenge current society's thinkmode.

Love it ! Please put up more so we can become more acquainted with your work.