Open Poetry #34 |
Rapper Without a Beat |
marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
Rapper Without a Beat How I love the lyrical skills of a rapper, Smooth flowing words Transcending through the spectrum of life, From the inner city to the suburbs; All with a message to spread Or a means to self-express, Whatever the reason It is art in the highest form, As skillfully crafted words paint a picture, With the world as the canvas And mental awareness the inspiration. Sometimes I wish I could grab a mike And spit lyrically influential speech particles Throughout the world and beyond, Creating a land of Nirvana, Inhabited by reborn bodies and hungry minds, Absorbing my visions as melanin does age, Making me a prophet Or would that be a martyr? Nevertheless, my words would outlive this physical body Like TUPAC I would never be forgotten. What a dreamer I am, For all I have is my poetry; A form of my own ideology And sometimes-quiet wisdom. Now that I think about it, I can be influential! My words can touch the masses and stir countless minds; Although not gifted with the rap, I am blessed with the ability to write on paper, Cries from my heart and visions of spirituality That cannot be expressed verbally. I listen to what others think, I speak from a multitude of silent voices, My pen is my mike, A rapper without a beat! Marcel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
some are born with it I guess |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Your pen is your mike! This poem drips with your quiet wisdom ~ which doesn't skip a beat! (Personally, my tongue trips all over itself whenever I have tried to rap!) EA |
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