Freestyle Intro

Rhetoric to draw the audience in to word jazz...

I'm right to reason

not left for dead

the whole notion

of rearranging the worlds of words

afloat in my head

renders me my aversion

to "version of" the truth.

What ever happened to clarity

and choice?

Can I make "it""real"

without a qualified voice

leaking from the reading

between the lines

and the will to distort

intended beauty from my metaphor?

I never cast the words

as though they could catch a fish

or reeled you in

as though the gaps contained your projected wish.

My sense is that these realms are of value

depending on who is at the helm

of meaning.

Still the wax-like museum

if only pondered for reverie

or cleverly gets lost

when beauty fails

like a word salad tossed,

could you mistake a candle for the light?

Screw it!

I didn't do it to make a point

the words came to me and

I wrote them and

shared in the joy of creation and

spoke them in some joint

and why?

 

Beacuse the act of composition

self refines the internal mystery

and stirs the brood

and bonds of love

resonating from the history

of our common blood.

 

Are you with me?

 

 

Robin

Reviews

[Broken.]

Forever man! This is and forever will be amazing. Oh how I've missed your mind. I love the way everything rolls out, so easily like you just threw up some words from your mind and they arranged themselves magically on paper. I'm still trying to master that somehow.
ANYWAY
I have a few more dimes for this jukebox(;

[just is]

This captured my attention, I liked this a bunch.

[Gandré]

this was like about everything and nothing; can omniscient god who knows the future, find the omnipotence to change his future mind? and no, I was not with you, sadly.. oh

[Emily B]

I'm with you . . . I liked the rhythm of the words :)

[Collette]

Interesting....I think you bring up a valid point about word play. I think people forget the abstract nature of language, and what better way to remind them than through your own voice! The beginning is fun, I enjoyed the subtle word-play "right, left" etc...however, I think your ending packs the hardest punch:

I didn't do it to make a point

the words came to me and

I wrote them and

shared in the joy of creation and

spoke them in some joint

and why?



Beacuse the act of composition

self refines the internal mystery

and stirs the brood

and bonds of love

resonating from the history

of our common blood.



Are you with me?

It's like stirring the revolutionary melting pot with your tongue. Rousseau, Marx, Kant...sing it, sing it.

[Seriana]

Yeah baby!!! TOTALLY with you. Yay! I'm so glad to see this. I wish I could be there to hear you speak it. I bet it'll be something. Darn countries too far apart! LOL
So glad to see you write something again. This is awesome. And I don't think I've ever seen you rhyme as much before. Coolio, Master Robin!